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Lucien

By: LevanaHyll



This was the time before Gareth was born. Before Remi came aboard Alpha 7, when Devon and Lucien were in their mid twenties and Seth just a mere boy of 13. Anniel was pregnant and suffering from heat, a biological, painful condition she'd go into that would make her insane with pain and desire. But Lucien was always at the ready to help soothe her.

This is just a glimpse into the past, a taste of what and who Lucien is. 

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Lucien's body felt aflame. Lust was a blade against his gut, ripping his innards to shreds. He needed...he needed...

The clawing desire to be fucked had him waking with a vicious curse.

"Annie," he snarled.

She was awake and her heat cycle was pushing her to near insanity. Lucien could also feel the others stirring in their slumber as well.

Tearing his blanket off, he concentrated on Anniel's life force. She'd teleported herself into the envirolevel.

Ignoring the uncomfortable erection tenting the front of his white drawstring pants, he teleported himself to the center of Alpha 7.

The night breeze ran gentle fingers through his long blond locks as he squinted into the dark foliage of Alpha 7's natural rain forest. A howl of despair echoed in the simulated night.

Lucien began to run, headed straight to where he could feel Anniel's pain radiating like thousands of tiny razors against his heart.

She was a dark beauty, golden green eyes, full lipped, huge-breasted and legs that went on forever. Legs he would've given his soul to have wrapped around him as he drove into her deep.

But Anniel had never let him go that far. She was in love...with a sorry piece of ass named Garethiel, a tall, blond, white winged Seraph full of tats and a reputation that preceded him. Not that Lucien was some sort of virginal saint. No. Luke was far from virginal or saintly. He might have been more of a man-whore than Garethiel, but at least the females he fucked knew him well and knew what to expect. He didn't go around spouting poetry and words of love to twist their little hearts and hopes around his dick.

Garethiel had known Anniel's innocence, an innocence Lucien had never dared breach, but Garethiel had enjoyed by lying and pretending to really be interested in her for more than just a quick fling.

Luke had to admit feeling a great deal of envy that Anniel had given Garethiel such a gift, if not a little shocked. At first, they'd all thought the Seraphian Master Guardian had reformed with his besotted behavior toward Annie, but then one fine day, Garethiel just disappeared. The Seraphian Master Guardians were leaving Alpha 7 in groups of hundreds after having guarded Edenia for thousands of years. They all knew they were going to leave eventually. They just thought Garethiel would stay behind as Anniel's mate.

They'd been wrong.

Another howl ripped through the night. Lucien came upon her panting, shivering form near the edge of the lake.

Sweat made her golden brown skin gleam. Her cheek was against the leaf-strewn ground as she shuddered in a fetal position, her knees to the ground with her ass resting on her feet.

His bare foot snapped a twig when he approached her, making her snap her head in his direction and snarl at him. Her eyes were wild with lust and fear. He could almost taste her pain, and felt his gut knot with heaviness.

"Anniel," he whispered lifting his hand in a placating manner, each step he took slow and measured, unthreatening.

She bared her fangs and snarled viciously. The pain made her wild and they all knew she could shift at any moment and attack.

He didn't fear her she-wolf sinking her fangs into his flesh and mauling him. His eyes lowered to her swollen belly. She was pregnant. If she shifted, the baby would die...and a part of Anniel would die along with it.

Not acceptable.

"Easy, baby," he crooned. "It's just me. Your sexy blond second in command."

Her lip trembled and her eyes stopped glowing, fangs retracting. "Luke," she choked out. Her hands clutched between her legs and she closed her eyes as another shudder wracked her. "Oh-god, Luke. It hurts too much."

Lucien licked his lips, coming closer. "The machine, Anniel. Let me put you back in it. You—"

"I don't want that damned fucking machine anymore. It's no use," she all but screamed in fury. "I can't take this pain anymore—"

Devon's presence bloomed energetically around them, but Lucien did not want him here.

No—Lucien mentally screamed, doing his best to hide the immense hatred he felt toward his brother—I've got this, damn-it.

Stupid fuck.

Anniel pressed her forehead to the ground in agony. The scent of her lust making Lucien salivate, his skin itch with longing.

His heart pounded as visions of touching her, making love to her filled his mind. She'd touch him too, caress, and kiss. She loved him. She'd always said so, though he knew she loved him the way a girl loves a really close friend, but he didn't care. The feel of a female wrapped around him panting words of love in his ear had him almost undone before he'd barely placed a hand on her.

He knelt behind her. "Annie, let me—"

She snarled and snapped at him, taking him by surprise. His eyes stung, and he told himself it was from her head knocking him on his nose rather than the disappointment stabbing through his chest. They rolled in the grass once, but he managed to get his body around her from behind. Pressing his teeth to the back of her neck and letting out an animalistic growl her wolf-bitch would recognize, he waited, his naked body tense. She'd either submit to his dominance or challenge him. He hoped she didn't choose the latter.

A soft whimper and sniffle along with the tilt of her hips into his groin had him sighing out in relief.

She'd let him ease her pain, but...

Wretched tears coursed down his cheeks. She'd let him fuck her...like an animal, but she would never accept his love.

Spreading his thighs to either side of hers, he pushed into her tight heat. Her muscles sucked him in, making him gasp in surprise. Light burst in his mind from the sheer pleasure.

Anniel began bucking back against him in a frenzy. Lucien shook his head, and reared up, his hands gripping her hips.

The flashback had him breaking out in a cold sweat. They had him strapped down on the spanking bench. One black hooded man was fucking his mouth in long hard strokes, barely giving him a chance to breathe, another was branding his hole with gut twisting thrusts. That man's hands were digging painfully in the fresh lash marks his step father had lovingly placed all along his back, ass, and thighs.

His faltering thrusts had Anniel pushing him back, his head thudding in the soft embrace of fallen leaves. Blinking wide eyes up at her, he gripped her forearms when she sank her nails into his shoulders and pushed herself onto his cock.

Anniel panted and grunted as she used him to slake her need. She couldn't help it, he didn't blame her at all, but it stung a little when she began chanting Garethiel's name.

It more than stung...it sucked.

She was coming. The tight pulls on his aching cock had him crossing his eyes. Fuck she was tight...and hot...and...

Oh.

Fuck.

Lucien threw his head back and drew blood from his lip trying to keep his orgasm at bay. Oh-hell-no. He wasn't going to blow his load like some stupid teenager.

Using his power, he had Anniel on her back again, arms power bound over her head, and legs bent and spread wide for him.

She stared up at him with passion-glazed eyes, her enormous chocolate tipped breast heaving from the incredible orgasm she'd just helped herself to moments before.

"Let's try this again," he growled, using his gravelly Dom's voice. The slight widening of her eyes gave him a bit of satisfaction, but hardly enough.

The few wispy clouds covering the simulation of Earth's moon cleared, bathing them in a silvery glow.

Lucien shook his hair to the side, letting it flow over the right side of his body...where most of the scars were. He was confident in his own good looks, knowing that with the moon shining down on them like that it would make his hair seem paler than usual, and his eyes silver. He flexed his pecs just to show off and almost grinned when her eyes slid hungrily down his torso to the thick cock straining against his taut abs.

Placing his hands on her knees, which still trembled, he pinned her in place with his hard stare. "First of all, I am not that fucking bastard, Garethiel."

She bit her lip guiltily. "Luke, I'm—"

"Quiet," he snapped, making her jump. A low growl rumbled in her throat as she frowned. He leaned down closer and answered her growl with a low, deep rumble of his own, baring his teeth for good measure.

Anniel let out a little whine and began to pant. She wanted him. Him. Her wolf was accepting him as a suitable partner for copulation.

She arched, gasping. Lucien looked down to see that his hair was sliding against her bulging belly, the pale blond strands striking against her dark skin.

He leaned down over her and took her mouth. They'd kissed so many times he'd lost count.

Kissing was nothing more than a show of affection between them all. Of course he was the only one who'd pushed Anniel for more, going as far as third base...until Garethiel had to fucking mess things up and go that one step further than Lucien had been willing to risk. He always felt something precious would be lost if they started just fucking for fun. Orgies were fine with whores from pleasure stops along the galaxy, but Rowie and Anniel weren't pleasure workers, and there'd be hell to pay if he knew Devon or Zak were so much as contemplating that.

Their tongues stroked and licked, her plump lips engulfing his.

That sweet little plump-lipped mouth of yours was made for sucking a cock, boy. Did you know that?

Lucien broke the kiss, willing the unpleasant memories to leave him be. He longed to set Anniel's hands free, feel her touch him gently, caress his skin lovingly. But they never did. They'd claw and grip him, tug his hair, demand to be fucked, demand he spread his thighs, arch his back, let them take him deep...

"No," Lucien panted drawing back.

Anniel bucked, her eyes pleading. "Luke, please," she begged on a whisper.

He blinked...once...twice...

Anniel. It was only Anniel. She needed him.

Leaning over her, he sank into her heated depths again, slowly this time. He used his powers to hold her down tight, tight enough so she couldn't move. Yes. He wanted to fuck her slowly.

Placing his hands on the hard unforgiving ground and spreading his thighs again, he began rocking his hips. In...out...she was shouting at him, her head thrashing about. She wanted faster, harder...but he wanted tender, gentle.

His hair slid slowly over his shoulder. He imagined they were her fingers, sliding like silk as he bent to take a pebbled nipple between his lips. Her cunt squeezed, tight, almost painful and he lost himself in the slow rhythm of sex, the bliss of being buried in the warmth of another body. His skin pebbled with cold and need. Need to be stroked.

"Tell me you love me," he whispered against her full breast. "Please—" just lie to me. I don't care.

Gulda loved me—the memory of his nanny filled his mind. She'd always been so tender with him. Unfortunately, Mr. Black, his stepfather, finally realized that Lucien wasn't the preordained dark prince and had taken it upon himself to torture Lucien with everything he'd ever loved. Black strangled Luke's puppy before his teary eyes... and he'd slit Gulda's throat when Lucien had refused to fuck her. It had been Malvano Black's test to see what kind of a man Lucien was. He'd barely sprung hair on his balls at the time. How the hell was he supposed to fuck the woman he'd loved as a mother? Of course, Black knew that...the sick fuck.

Well, boy, if you can't act like a man, perhaps you'd like to be treated like a girl instead.

Lucien tipped his head back and began thrusting harder, anger taking hold. Underneath him, Anniel panted in satisfaction. Yes. She liked that. It didn't matter he longed to make love to her. She wanted—no—needed to be fucked.

But the least he deserved was for the woman he was fucking to at least acknowledge his existence. He might as well be an obscure sex-bot if she didn't.

Wounded male pride had him leaning down to look in her eyes again. She had them closed. "Look at me," he demanded. When she only swiveled her hips, her pants coming harsher with her impending climax, he stopped. Golden eyes peered at him in desperation. Lucien grinned despite the pain in his cold soul. "Got your attention didn't I?" He thrust into her again. Once. "Me. I'm the one inside you now." He pulled out and slammed back in, making her cry out in ecstasy. "Not Garethiel." Her cunt tightened on his sensitive cock as he pulled out and plunged back in. "Not Devon," he got out through clenched teeth. His balls were already pulling up. He wanted to come so badly, it was a physical ache. "Oh, Annie," he sighed, closing his eyes as he began to rock back and forth into her. She cried out and wiggled more beneath him, her explosion of satisfaction gripping and stroking his shaft. He panted and released his mind of all thought, just soaked in the pleasure of being embedded in female flesh, drowning in her cries of passion...passion brought about by his body within hers.

His tears wet his cheeks before the first spurts of cum splashed her quivering passage. He came long and hard and shuddered from completion and dissatisfaction. He'd longed to feel her arms holding him as he spilled, but no arms would hold him. Since they wouldn't hold him, he'd bind them, so then there was a good excuse as to why they never did.

As he panted, his flesh sweaty and quivering, thighs trembling, Anniel whimpered and bucked beneath him. She wanted more.

A slave to her wishes, he slid down to his belly and put his mouth to her sex. It wasn't as if he'd never tasted semen before. He'd had his belly filled to bursting in the past.

His eighteenth birthday.

The memory of slitting Malvano's neck filled him with evil glee.

Anniel cried out when he nipped her clit, and shouted in surprise again when he reared up to plunge his still hard cock within her. He continued to fuck her until his back burned and his arms and legs ached.

Four laborious hours later, she lay nearly unconscious in a pool of sweat and sexual fluids.

Lucien was shaking, but did his best to get his feet beneath himself.

Looking down at her, he watched her run her hands through the tangled mess of her dark blonde curls. They flopped over her head and she closed her eyes with a loud sigh. She was out.

Without so much as a thank you.

Lucien placed his hands on his hips and studied her a moment while he waited for the shaking in his legs to subside.

She wasn't pretty. No. She was mind-blowingly gorgeous. Garethiel was an idiot. Not just because Anniel was a fucking goddess, but because she was sweet, loving, gentle, funny, caring, protective, nurturing...hell—he wanted to kick his own ass for not having laid claim to her first.

Lucien scrubbed his hands over his face in frustration.

Right. Who was he kidding? The moment Anniel laid eyes on any Seraph, they sparkled like an angel-struck idiot. She had a hard-on for the winged males, and Garethiel had been pretty persistent in his seduction of her. She was down for the count, her heart full with that scumbag and the poor little bastard he'd planted in her belly before disappearing like a coward.

Letting out a dejected sigh, he bent and picked Anniel up from the ground. She was completely wiped out.

Reality melted around them, the dark shadows of the envirolevel swirling away to reveal the soft golden hues of light in Anniel's room. He laid her down on her pale pink sheets, kissing her sweaty cheek before rising up again.

He could've carried her into her hygiene room and gotten her clean, but he felt a twisted sense of satisfaction leaving her all full of his stink and cum. Her pussy was going to be feeling mighty sore tomorrow too. It'd be good for her to remember if from scent alone who'd been between her legs most of the night. He'd be more than happy to remind her with a repeat performance if she didn't.

A strong fingered touch wrapping around his bicep had him reacting before even thinking, his fist connecting with Devon's jaw as his body tensed and his skin crawled with revulsion.

Fuck. How he hated feeling male flesh against his own. He fought the rising bile threatening to shame him and stared furiously at his twin.

A pair of twins could not be more different than they were.

Devon's jet black hair was mostly in his face, and he stared at Lucien with his freaky glowing blue eyes full of hurt.

"Shit. I'm sorry," he said, almost whined like a pathetic girl.

"You should know by now," Lucien hissed and then recoiled when his fucking brother's eyes ran down his naked length. Shit. Devon didn't know they were brothers yet...and the stupid shit felt attracted to him. Lucien took a step back, schooling his features to avoid revealing his hatred and disgust.

Devon's lush mouth thinned and his eyes shimmered a bit before looking down at Anniel. "Is she okay?"

Lucien's lip went up in disdain at Devon's husky voice. A voice that betrayed his lus...No, Luke, don't fucking go there—he admonished himself.

"She's fine—for now."

Devon bent over and dragged the fuchsia comforter over Anniel's softly snoring form. "Maybe one of us should sleep with her...you know...in case she wakes up in pain again."

Lucien snorted. Devon wanted between her legs too. The idiot had had a really bad crush on her since he was a toddler, but he'd been too damn shy to act upon it. His loss. "I guess Lillique still hasn't come back."

Devon's eyes flashed in anger. "No. If I'm lucky she might find someone else this time."

Lucien narrowed his eyes. "If she's such a pain in your ass, why put up with her at all?"

Devon ran an agitated hand through his satiny mane. "I... I've tried to break up with her." He shook his head. "She starts crying and saying she can't live without me..."

Lucien threw his head back and laughed. Pussy-whipped. That's what his big-bad half demon twin brother was.

He circled the bed and hopped in next to Anniel. With a smug grin, Lucien folded his arms behind his head and crossed his ankles on the bright comforter. "I guess I'll just have to sacrifice myself then. The devil forbid your psycho girlfriend shows up and kicks your ass for putting poor Anniel out of her misery."

Devon scowled and opened his mouth to answer Lucien, but Zachariel's sudden appearance on the other side of the bed had him jumping back in surprise.

"I can take over for you," the golden weredragon smirked.

Lucien's grin was replaced by a glower as he took in Zak's bulky muscles and his outrageously long golden hair. Lucien always thought Zak to be a spoiled prick. Raised as a bratty rich boy, Devon had rescued him when the weredragon went ballistic on Earth and the Edenian government ordered his execution.

Zak's knee made the giant bed dip with his weight. The son-of-a-bitch was built like a starfreighter—all male, blue-eyed, blond fucker. It made Lucien's skin crawl just imagining what all that hard flesh might feel like accidentally bumping into him in the middle of the night.

"Get the fuck out," Lucien snarled, " before I kick your ass."

Zak pouted and then scowled, "What the hell. I just want to help too. It's not like we haven't both fucked a girl at the same time before."

Now Lucien felt incensed. Springing to sit up, he fixed Zak with a blistering scowl. "What the fuck, Zak. This here isn't some bimbo we're doing for sport—"

Zak growled, his eyes beginning to glow in the beginnings of a shift. "I fucking know that, asshole. What the hell is wrong with you?"


Lucien



"Easy," Devon said lifting his hands to the both of them.

"Why is everybody fighting?" Seth said sleepily, popping in next to Devon.

Lucien felt his face heat up. "Great. Now the brat's awake."

Seth leveled his pale blue eyes at Lucien, curled his lip back, and snarled, a few tiger's stripes appearing on his arms and bare torso. The kid was thirteen and still short for his age, but Lucien had seen him transform into his tiger and knew the little shit was going to be a bruiser when he finally started growing into a man.

"Listen here, kitty-cat, get back to bed with your teddy bear and butt out of grown men's conversations."

Seth's eyes widened and he looked down at Anniel. His nose twitched and Lucien's face flamed further when he realized that the weretigre would not mistake the scent of hard, long, rough fucking.

"Dev, for fuck's sake, get that kid outta here."

"Hey, I know plenty about copulation, and I'm not a kid," Seth protested.

"How about I pull you over my knee and prove to you how wrong you are," Lucien threatened.

The stripes faded and he took a step closer to Devon who put a reassuring arm around him. "No he won't, kiddo," Dev shook his head trying to get the kid to relax.

Lucien grinned. Oh yes he would. Seth was a boy. He had no problem spanking naughty little boys.

"All right," Rowie huffed grabbing the pillow out from Lucien's head when she suddenly teleported into Anniel's already crowded bedroom. "Everybody out."

Devon leaned over to kiss the top of Seth's platinum locks. They vanished before his lips left the whelp's head.

Zak leaned over and kissed Annie's cheek, looking up at Rowie challengingly.

"Out, Blondie," she hissed.

He took his time rising out of the bed, making Lucien scowl as he flexed his muscles in a blatant display.

Show-off.

He was gone with a flash of golden fire.

The sound of Rowie's tapping foot had Lucien looking back at her.

He scowled up at her. "Im staying."

One perfectly sculpted brow rose. "No. You're not."

Lucien stood abruptly, looking down at her with his famous panty dropping stare. She didn't even flinch. Instead, she fixed him with those bottomless black eyes that made funny things flutter in his belly.

Rowie had this flawless porcelain skin, sinfully thick, jet-black hair that fell in a riot of glossy curls to her waist, and the reddest plumpest little mouth that tempted a saint to sin. She was just this little lithe—totally—dominant female. They liked teasing each other, who would end up in who's manacles, but he was hard pressed to make a move on her. She'd been just a kid when he and Devon had found her running the streets in New York. In just two years and she'd bloomed into a sexy little vixen, but she was pretty cold when she wanted to be.

Leaning down, because she came up to the middle of his chest, he lowered his mouth closer to hers. Her eyes widened and her nostrils flared

She liked him. Problem was she wanted to tie him up and he had problems with that scenario.

Her lashes lowered and a fine little tremor ran through her when he let his breath caress her lips. Bypassing them, he clamped his teeth on her chin and froze when he felt her grip his balls. Her eyes were narrowed now, and he knew she meant business.

He released his hold on her chin and took a step back from her grip. Last thing he wanted was to spend the night icing his bruised balls.

"You're mean," he crooned.

She smiled. "So I've been told."

Lucien snorted and then just teleported back into his room.

With a dejected sigh, he padded into his hygiene unit. The blue rays swept over his bare body, leaving his skin and scalp tingling.

Walking out, he headed for where he had his clothes stored. The glossy grey drawers revealed his reflection like a mirror. His blond hair shimmered, a sleek fall with gently curling ends that almost reached his waist. He'd thought about going shorter, but was loath to reveal the scars marring his back. Whitish lash marks marred the right side of his torso, and shiny little round burn marks the inside of his thighs. He had similar marks just beneath his scrotum. Mr. Black had loved hearing him scream. He closed his eyes willing the horrid memories away, but opened them in terror when he heard deep masculine chuckling mere inches from his face.

Lucien sprang back, willing his sword into his hand and held it pointed to the creature before him.

The devil's skin was blacker than pitch, his teeth stark-white jagged points. He stared at Lucien with enormous yellow eyes and slit pupils like a cat.

Samael licked his lips with his deep, dark red tongue and tapped against the mirror-like surface of the drawers with a claw. "Are you going to bash your furniture now?"

Lucien frowned. The freaky fuck was still on the other side of the reflective surface.

"What do you want?"

Samael's eyes narrowed. "Your brother. When?"

Lucien frowned. "He's hard to shake. I need more time."

Samael scoffed. "He loves these pathetic children he's surrounded himself with. Just kill one of them and he'll turn."

Lucien recoiled. He wasn't going to kill anyone aboard Alpha 7.

Samael snorted in disdain. "You've grown attached to them as well. You stupid fool." The devil stepped up to the reflective surface, staring at Lucien with its fiery eyes. "I am losing patience. The dark god is also losing patience."

"Just give me more time. I've already devised a plan. I just need to get in touch with the right people. These things can't be rushed."

The devil narrowed his eyes. "You'd better hurry up. When Master gets angry, the demons get angry. And when the demons get angry, they make my fucking life pure hell."

With that, the image of the devil on the other side of the reflective wall of drawers vanished.

Lucien backed away from the drawers and sat at the edge of his bed, clutching Lucifer's sword in his hands. Pressing the tip of the mighty blade to the floor, he leaned his forehead on the hilt.

He didn't want t kill anyone aboard Alpha 7. Sometimes...sometimes he almost didn't want to kill his brother either.

He'd planned on having the others captured in suspended animation orbs, but he needed Lillique to lure Devon away for a few days to accomplish that.

Once Zak, Anniel, Rowie, and Seth disappeared, Devon would flip—he'd freak. He'd turn.

Lucien had talked to Devon about how close they all were, like family.

"I'd never really had family. It's kind of scary," Lucien had mused digging his toes into the white sand at the banks of the lake in the envirolevel one afternoon.

Devon had frowned and lifted his head from the perch of his drawn up knees. "Why scary? Why would having a family scare you?"

Lucien had shrugged and thrown a pebble across the surface of the pristine lake. "I don't know. What if...what if something were to happen to them? What if we lose them in a fight? You know? Defending the solar system can get pretty dangerous at—"

It was then that Lucien noticed how Devon's veins grew dark beneath his milky white skin, his lips turning almost purple. Even his eyes were ablaze, as if the fires of hell burned within their glowing blue depths.

Devon shook his head slowly and his voice came out deep, demonic, laden with death. "Never. That can never happen. They're mine."

It was the first time Lucien had ever seen a glimpse of Devon's darker nature. And it had been some pretty scary-assed shit. Devon had spooked the crap out of him for a few days after that.

Lucien sat up straighter and willed Lucifer's sword away before he was caught with it. His plan was brilliant, he just needed to find a few insane Utuduodian hunters to agree with it.

Once he got rid of his brother, he'd release the others and make them think Devon had gone insane. They wouldn't hate him. No. They would love him for having saved them and the rest of the galaxy. He'd be the new dark prince. Samael had promised he could have whatever he wanted. He'd ask for the safety of his family. Maybe they'd let him rule over a solar system. He'd have a palace built for them all. Maybe then Annie would forget the stupid fuck that got her pregnant and become his queen.

Turning he slid into his cold empty bed and hugged himself. Soon...soon he'd have them all to himself. They would be his, not Devon's. He deserved to be loved now. 



Lucifer



Lucifer leads me blindfolded down the curved stone steps, my arms extended to steady my gait against the damp and slick walls. She stops me and I then hear a door creak open. As she removes the blindfold, she purrs, "Welcome, Michael! To a new world. Lucifer's world. Leave your doubts here, at the threshold." She steps through and offers her hand to me. "Turn back to the mundane, or...be changed forever!"

Icy-cold blood courses through my veins, my brain afire with my thoughts and my lust. "She is paradise and pleasure and pain," I think, know, want. I step through and am suddenly overwhelmed as my blood turns hot as lava pouring from earth's core. The room is hot. The walls seem to glow with an internal fire. I may have entered hell.

Lucifer takes me into her arms and kisses me. Not a kiss I have ever been given. A dark kiss that clouds my mind yet soothes it and is incredibly pleasurable, sensual, the kiss of an angel, fallen.

"Would you be surprised to know, Michael, that God does not abhor the Dark?" Lucifer whispers, her eyes deeply probing my soul. "What he abhors are those of us who seek the Dark as though it is the Light, enjoy its acid taste, savor its musk aroma, drink of its roiling waters, disappear within its ample bosom!" 

She leads me to the center of the room, beneath the stark light. She unbuttons my shirt and moves to my back, quickly pulling it off in one swift movement. Beads of sweat glisten on my chest, now beginning to heave. She kneels before me. 

"Do you seek the Dark, Michael?" she asks, unbuttoning and unzipping my pants. "Do you wish its acid taste to tingle your lips and tongue?" 

She takes off my shoes and pants. "Does the incense of musk singe your nostrils and make you rabid with lust?" She blows on my cock and balls, inside my thighs. "Will your thirst be quenched by its steaming, sulfur waters?"

She stands before me, elegant, regal, potent, her skin glimmering white, pure. I reach for her and I feel my hands tingle as though singed. I pull them back in fear, "Do you wish to disappear into Dark's soul?"

I pull her to me and clasp her, kiss her deeply, with an aching passion, her tongue darting into my mouth, farther, farther, against my throat, farther, farther, impaled on the serpent of paradise. My cock twitches against her and she pulls me tighter to her. I see only neurons exploding, bright sparks of voltage crossing synapses, criss-crossing each other in bursts of cerise, magenta, turquoise, lime, sapphire. Misfiring, they trick me—I smell cardamom, vanilla, saffron, frankincense. I taste quinine and orange peel on her lush lips. I hear cathedral bells, a waterfall, the rumble of distant thunder, felt more than heard.

She pushes me from her and seeks an answer. Precious jewels on her face glisten. "Yes," I stammer. "I crave the Dark!"

Though she is the Princess of Darkness, she is dressed completely in white. Lucifer wears white, up-to-the-crotch latex boots with spike heels. She also wears a white latex bra that lifts her full breasts but does not cover them. Her nipples stand out as glass marbles. She wears white leather gloves that just reach her elbow and a white leather choke collar, studded with silver. Lucifer also sports a white leather headband, decorated with stars and a bolt of lightning. Sequins and rhinestones randomly adorn her body. She literally glitters and lures!

Lucifer smiles and caresses my face, kisses my cheek lightly. She walks away from me, her boots clicking like castanets on the stone.

"Then, let my dance begin!" 

***

She reaches for a leather crop from the wall. Her scarlet lips smiling at the thought of me at her command to be submissive. 

One lonely spotlight centers its attention on me. She walks to a charcoal wall with a giant spoked wheel, and she turns it clockwise. From above, clinking chains descend with handcuffs attached to them. 

"You've been praying for this, I think, Michael," Lucifer says. "Be careful what you prayed for. It is going to happen."

She takes each of my wrists and cuffs it, lightly but tightly. I can never escape from this. Though it does not hurt, her whip commands me to not resist but to obey. She then turns the wheel counterclockwise, and I am lifted a few inches from the stone floor. I feel my weight in my shoulders, but as I grunt, Lucifer slaps me with her crop and tells me to be silent and obey.

She turns another wheel, and more chains descend from the ceiling, these too with handcuffs.

She attaches each one to my ankles and then turns that wheel even more. Now I am spreadeagled before her. She lightly slaps my ass with her whip.

"You are nearing the dark you crave. You will soon be in the lustful oasis for men with a lust for passion. Are you ready for some relentless ecstasy?"

She opens a case that sits on a table. That's when I notice the harnesses, cuffs, feathers, whips, chains, and other items which strike me with fear and anticipation.

"Do you want relentless ecstasy, Michael? Do you trust me? Do you trust that I won't hurt you—too much?" Lucifer growls. She rubs my chest and nipples and then sucks the sweat from them, moving her hands to my crotch, rubbing my hardness. She kneels in front of my cock and holds it at the base. With her eyes open, she blows on it from different angles. It twitches several times in her light touch. I think it's just going to explode. I hear her make a sinister chuckle.

"Do you like that I am a cocktease, part of the Darkness you crave? Are you yet feeling ecstasy?"

She walks to the table and picks up two long, brightly colored feathers. She caresses my neck and face with one and brings the other through my crotch, stimulating my balls. This is the beginning of Lucifer's dance.

All parts of my body are touched, repeatedly yet differently.

"Lucifer, oh, my God, Lucifer, oh, Jesus, Lucifer, Stop! Don't stop! Stop! Don't stop!" I repeat over and over, my cock twitching every few seconds as the feather tickles my scrotum. She occasionally blows on me, her warm breath puckering my skin. She puts one of the feathers back and kneels in front of my cock. She blows on my inner thighs, and my skin twitches. She blows on my scrotum, and the skin puckers, she blows on my cock, and it jumps. I look down and wonder whose cock that is—it must be at least an inch longer and thicker than I've ever seen. I am going to explode in this Darkness, this absence of Light.

Without any other touch, Lucifer opens her mouth and moves her head until I am halfway inside her. She then closes her lips and sucks in the rest. She does this several times, allowing me to penetrate her mouth, then her clamping down and sucking back.

She releases me and caresses my balls with the feather again. I am writhing in sheer pleasure with the need to explode inside her.

"I want to feel the power of your beautiful cock erupt in me and fill me. Will you? Will you cum in me so I may taste the essence of you, Michael?" To taste the Darkness that is beginning to take root in your human soul?"

She reaches around and grabs my ass, pulls my hips and cock to her face. Lucifer pulls on me hard and shoves me down her throat. In less than a minute, every muscle in me tenses, pulling against each chain. I seem to feel my cum building like a lake behind a sea wall.

I explode in her. All I see are colors and starbursts as my body pumps my seed into her. I writhe in my chains, my body jerking in sexual joy and ecstasy. Lucifer sucks and swallows frantically, moaning as I shoot more and more. She releases me after swallowing the last drop, but my orgasm hasn't stopped. I continue thrusting into the air, nerves throughout my body shooting pulses from neuron to neuron. It's a fireworks show. My cock is still rock hard!

Lucifer's dance continues. She fits me into a cock harness. One strap goes around my cock and under my balls. Another strap separates each ball to either side. She hitches the straps tight, like you might cinch a horse. She places a clip attached to another by a thin chain on each of my nipples. As she places each one, my now-purple cock bumps into her crotch.

"Doing okay, Michael?" Lucifer giggles. "Are you enjoying the Dark? I'm moving on to Act 2. Fasten your seat belts!" 

She takes a small cat o' nine tails from the table. It is black leather, studded with silver stars along its shaft. She gently slaps the tails against my left ball and then against the right. Back and forth, just enough so I am aware. She then licks each one, as if cooling them off, and then whips them again. She slaps each of my tits with the whip, each time a little harder. It stings and feels good at the same time. I am ready for more of her charms.

Lucifer retreats to the table and puts her hand in a small bucket.

"Is your body hot, Michael? What about the Dark side of your soul? I have something to cool you off," she growls. And she rubs me all over with blue cubes of ice—my nipples and especially my ball-sack, I cringe at the suddenness of the heat and icy jolt she can create.

Lucifer moves to my ass. She whips each cheek several times, each time a little harder, a little more pain. My thighs are next and then my calves. Heat and pain from all over my body radiate and yet comingle in my crotch. I look down again and think my cock appears yet even larger! Yet I still crave the Darkness.

Lucifer kneels before me and examines the result of her work.

"Are you ready for more relentless ecstasy, Michael? It looks like you are! I love how your sack stretches so tight on your balls. They shine in the light and are so tasty-looking. You don't mind if I taste them, do you?"

She places her tongue underneath each and flicks at them, sucks them, licks them, surrounds each and pulls with her teeth. I feel another wave building inside me.

Lucifer gives my cock a nice suck and then stands.

"You know, Michael," she growls. "To fully enter the kingdom of Darkness, you must obey my every command. The time for making love will come later, but for now, it is the time for fucking like the animals that we all are."

She sensually rubs my still-hard cock with oil, I think jasmine. Lucifer turns around and bends over, her ass raised high by her stiletto heels. Her hole glistens with dew. She reaches around and guides my cock to it. Though limited by the chains, I can thrust a little and I pop my engorged purple head into her. Lucifer gasps, and then leans back. All I feel is my cock twitching inside her. Then she grinds herself on me, up and down, back and forth, in and out. She leans forward until I see the head beginning to pop out and then she thrusts back hard and buries her pussy on me.

I get a rhythm going. Lucifer works to my rhythm and I prepare to erupt again. She shoves her ass back at just the right moment and holds me inside her, tensing her muscles and squeezing, over and over, milking me. Fireworks, again! Starbursts and firecrackers erupting in my brain. My sack tightens and my muscles squeeze more my seed out of me. Lucifer leans and rests on her elbows and knees. Her hole is incredibly stretched, gaping, and I see the lake of my cum inside her.

She stands and removes the cuffs from my ankles, the nipple clips, and the cock harness. Then she struts to the wall, turns the crank, and I am lowered. She releases my wrists as well. I sort of fall forward into her arms and she catches me before I fall to the floor.

"Have you seen enough of the Dark, Michael? Has your soul been turned to the Dark side? Do you believe that the Dark is really Light? If you do, then your fragile human soul will be damned forever. But if you see the Light within the Dark, then you may begin to play another day.



Lucifer: I Apologize To You



Hi, everyone. My name is Lucifer. Son of The Morning. I trust all of you good Christian lads and lasses know the name. You may call me Iblis if you're Muslim or Has-Shatan if you're Jewish. How are you doing today? I've got some news to share with you. I want to apologize. Yes, I want to apologize to all of mankind. Uh, and womankind as well. Doesn't matter where you're from, what color you are, what religion you embrace or what ideology you subscribe to. I want to apologize to you because of what I've done to you. I've been whispering into the ears of ordinary men and women worldwide for so long that it's not even funny. Whenever you have a bad idea, I add spice to it and turn it into a full-blown mission which becomes an obsession. And because of me, this world stands on the brink of destruction. Again.

Here I sit, inside the library of a certain University somewhere in the United States of America, watching young men and women busy learning, surfing the web, or just having fun. I've always loved this particular town. For all the smart people in the myriad colleges and universities. For the racially diverse and fairly liberal populace. For the open-minded people, big and small. The American revolution began here. Same-sex marriage, arguably the most controversial issue of the Western world today, first became legal here. Have you guessed which town I'm referring to by now? Come on, people. I've given you enough hints. Hmm. Whatever. Anyhow, location isn't the important thing here, message and content are the topics of the day. The world stands on the brink of destruction because of what I began so long ago. 

What am I talking about? I'm referring to the Last Crusade and the advent of Global Jihad. Christians and Jews are under attack by fringe elements within the Muslim world, and it's only a matter of time before the skirmishes taking place in places like Nigeria, Malaysia, Pakistan and certain parts of Eastern Europe drag into their madness the entire world. My Angels are out there, encouraging the Christians, the Jews and the Muslims to kill each other. They're silencing those men and women whom God tapped to be the heroic voices of moderation and reason among people of all faiths. With reason silenced and madness flowing, we're looking at a global catastrophe. A clash of civilizations from which the entire human race may never recover. Forget about the end of civilization. We're talking about the end of the world. A war to truly end all wars. Once upon a time, that was my goal. In my time, my minions have been everyone from Julius Caesar to Emperor Charlemagne the Great, Emperor Justinian, King Fahd of Saudi Arabia and the likes of Hitler, Mussolini and of course Richard Nixon and George W. Bush. I've always wanted the mortal offspring of God to wage war against one another in His name. Whether they called themselves Jews, Christians or Muslims, I hated them all. I was always their common enemy. 

In bygone days I whispered in the ears of Imams in the Muslim world, Rabbis in the Jewish world and Bishops in the Christian world. Forever urging them to fight one another. For every God-fearing man, whether Christian or Muslim, who slays his brother in the name of God commits the ultimate blasphemy and when he goes to Hell...and they always do....his soul belongs to me. With every soul gained through crusade or jihad, I grew stronger. In the old days, I could only walk the earth for a limited time. And even then, my powers were always limited. Not today. Today I can do whatever I want. That's why I am sitting on a couch inside the university library right now, housed in the body of a tall, good-looking young man of African descent. In the old days, I could only whisper into the minds of men and women. Now I walk around in a human body. And the owner isn't even aware of it. He's going about his normal business, unaware of the fact that I'm in the driver's seat. I couldn't do that before. It's one thing to play ventriloquist. It's another to get inside the dummy, and walk about. Fun. 

Why am I telling you all this? I took the worst possible time to grow a conscience. Basically, although I hate my dear Father and probably always will, I've grown fond of the mortals. At first, it surprised me. I have come to the conclusion that mortals, for their endless attempts at finding love, and improving themselves, and all that, they're better than Angels because of it. Angels live forever. I couldn't die even if I wanted to. Sometimes I wish I were dead, though. But I can't die any more than a human can turn himself into a bee and fly away. When you're an Angel, death is impossible for you. I think that's why we can never improve. Angels, we got all the time in the world. It makes us lazy and complacent. Doesn't matter if we're so-called good Angels like the mindless pricks who still serve The Old Man or the enlightened ones who joined forces with me. Understand that I am not sorry for waging war against my Father or my Brothers and Sisters Who Dwell Above. I'm only sorry that what I've done might cost mankind its existence after they've come so far and accomplished so much. 

What can I do? I've been kicked out of Hell. When I had my Crisis of Conscience, my followers were at first shocked, then got pissed. Imagine if Bin Laden suddenly told his followers in the Desert that he was sorry for attacking America over a decade ago, and wanted to make amends for what he'd done. He would have been slain by his followers long before the American special forces came for him. That's the position I find myself in. I am now exiled from my dark kingdom. I miss my beloved Hell, where I reigned supreme for eons. What am I supposed to do? I find myself unemployed for the first time in ages. Right now, in Hell, they're fighting each other to decide who's going to be the next King. The Throne of Hell is vacant for the first time ever. Soon the new King ( or Queen ) will be crowned, and Armageddon will be unleashed. All my former followers need is a certain number of souls before ALL of them can break out of Hell and conquer Earth physically as well as magically. Then the Angels from Above will descend upon the Earth for the final battle. I don't want that. Anymore. I'm sorry for what I've done. And I am going to make things better. Not sure how, but I will find a way. Wish me luck.



Lucifer: I'm Sorry For Everything



Standing in the middle of the ruined remains of New York City, he let out a deep sigh. The fallen archangel once known as Lucifer Morningstar looked at his handiwork, and shook his head. How could it have ended like this? He never imagined it would come to this, not even in the depths of his darkest nightmares. Housed in the body of his latest Vessel, Lucifer walked barefoot into the remains of a clothing store on Madison Avenue. He looked at his reflection in the mirror, and a tall, light-skinned Black man in his early twenties stared back at him. 

Lucifer walked through the store, stepping over the skeletal remains of a clerk, and nearly tripping over a femur belonging to a security guard who died in the line of duty. Gazing at these all too human remains, Lucifer shook his head. He had seen so many skeletons today. From the marketplaces of Baghdad to the suburbs of Tokyo, from the back alleys of Havana to the pubs of Melbourne. So much death. Hard to believe that a mere year ago, the earth was populated by over seven billion people. As the global war between the West and Islam escalated, both sides unleashed doomsday weapons. More than mere nuclear warheads were used, viral weapons designed to take out specific ethnic groups were unleashed. In the end, humanity perished and only insects, plants and certain exceptionally resilient animals remained alive.

It was a result of Lucifer's folly, all of it. Or was it? In the minds of most people, long before the entirety of the human race was extinct, Lucifer was known as the epitome of evil. The truth was far more complicated than that. When Yahweh created the Universe, he created a companion and a friend to journey with Him as He set about exploring His new creation. That companion was Lucifer Morningstar, the second most powerful being in the cosmos, and the model upon whom all angels were based. The other archangels and angels all came into being long after Yahweh and Lucifer had gotten themselves quite well acquainted. This was long before the creation of Adam and Eve, the progenitors of the human species. 

The mortals believed Lucifer to be the embodiment of evil, and they were half right about that. When Lucifer Morningstar and his dark angels fell from on high and were bound to the pit by the archangel Michael and the Army of Light, they weren't the only so-called forces of evil in the universe. Long before the War in Heaven, there were creatures that lived in the darkness. Malevolent entities. One such being was the Legion of the Djinn. Primordial monsters, everlastingly powerful and hell-bent on destroying everything in their path. Hundreds of thousands of these monstrous beings dwelled in the darkness before the One True God, called Yahweh in Judaism, God in Christianity and Allah in Islam willed light and truth into existence. When the dark angels found themselves in hell, it was already occupied by the Djinn. A long war was waged between the forces of Lucifer Morningstar and the Djinn. In the end, the fallen angels proved victorious, though many of them were lost over the course of the struggle. 

Lucifer Morningstar, the first angel created by God, was the one who paid most dearly for the fallen angels conquest of the underworld, which they took from the Djinn after a war which lasted a thousand years. The Sons of Heaven, as all angels, both above and below, are collectively known, were meant to live forever. Not even the War in Heaven could result in the death of a single angel on either side, for that which God made to be everlasting cannot be undone by anything under the Lord's gaze, short of the Lord Himself. The Djinn dwell in the darkness between worlds, outside of the Lord's realm of Light. Since they were themselves immortal, and empowered not by the light of God's love but by the darkness in which they dwelled, they could and did kill many of the Sons of Light. Desperate to save his dead brothers but unwilling to repent and ask God for forgiveness, Lucifer Morningstar confronted Shaitan, the leader of the Djinn.

As Lucifer Morningstar, the former Prince of Light battled Shaitan, the Lord of Darkness, King of the Djinn, worlds trembled. In the end, Lucifer proved victorious. He dealt a fatal blow to Shaitan. With his physical form destroyed, Shaitan perished at last. Or did he? A portion of Shaitan's darkness went into Lucifer, granting him the Dark Lord's powers. Thus Lucifer Morningstar became more powerful than he already was, but at what cost. All angels, both fallen and faithful, are Sons of the Lord. Having destroyed Shaitan and absorbed his darkest powers, Lucifer was able to resurrect the fallen angels who perished during the Underworld War. There was a price to pay for such power. Lucifer's will and Shaitan's restless spirit merged into a single entity. The Devil. 

All Lucifer Morningstar wanted was to rule over the Underworld, surrounded by his brethren, the fallen angels who left Heaven because they believed in him and his cause. Shaitan was dead, but his essence took over Lucifer's mind and body while amplifying his power. Shaitan declared war upon the Forces of Light once more, and was ingenious enough to use mortal agents in the human world to further his aims. In the Halls of Congress, among the members of the British Parliament, in the Vatican, among the Mafia, and even in the Royal Court of Saudi Arabia, Shaitan's agents dwell. In every place of power, every political party and every major corporation. In every church, every mosque and every synagogue. The Dark One and his agents never sleep.

Lucifer was forced to watch helplessly as the essence of Shaitan destroyed not only the fallen angels but also the Underworld and finally the earthly realm through his machinations. Shaitan despised God and all of His creations. He methodically destroyed them. By the time Heaven sent its Army of Light to stop the coming Armageddon, it was already too late. Shaitan was victorious, humanity was wiped out. The planet earth a smoldering ruin in the aftermath of nuclear and viral warfare. Shaitan and his minions warred against the Army of Light, under the command of the archangel Michael, he who once threw Lucifer and his angels into the Pit of Hell. The Army of Light captured Shaitan's essence and removed it from Lucifer Morningstar's body. The first of the fallen angels was thus freed from the malevolent entity which enslaved him for eons. With the souls of the Chosen dwelling in Heaven in God's embrace, the forces of darkness trapped in Hell for all eternity and the Dark One forever defeated, Lucifer Morningstar found himself alone among the ruins of planet Earth.

Evil has been defeated, the souls of good men and good women, along with those fallen angels who asked God for forgiveness after Armageddon, all dwell in Heaven. The Lord in Heaven forgives even the most wicked, as long as they kneel before Him and sincerely ask for His forgiveness. Only Lucifer Morningstar was ever deemed unworthy of God's forgiveness. For even eons after falling from Heaven, reigning over Hell, warring against the Djinn and being taken over by the Lord of Darkness, Lucifer is still blaming himself for all the wickedness done in his name by various forces and entities. He is truly sorry for what he'd done, but cannot bring himself to ask God for forgiveness, not because he's prideful or arrogant, but because he doesn't feel worthy of God's love after all the things he's done. Lucifer Morningstar is remorseful, but he's the harshest judge of himself. Thus he walks the earth, alone, without a single living or dead thing for company. He is burying the remains of the dead, those men and women whose spirits now dwell in Heaven. One at a time, he's giving them a proper burial, with nothing more than his two hands, and no supernatural power to aid him. If it takes an eternity, the first of the fallen shall make amends. 



Lucifer Morningstar: Rise!



The War in Heaven continues to rage. Neither side could claim victory, for how can you completely destroy your opponent when you're both Immortal? For reasons such as these, the Angels came down from Heaven and turned the planet Earth into their battlefield. For, you see, on Earth, everything dies. Here, even Angels can die. It's not easy to kill them, but down here they can die. Once an Angel descends to earth from the other realm, they are trapped here unless they can find a Portal. Now, Portals are magical openings into other dimensions. One is found at Niagara Falls. Another is found in the Bermuda Triangle. The location of the third and last Portal is unknown. And that sucks because without it, I can't go home.

My name these days is Joe Garner but I was once known as Lucifer Morningstar, the first Archangel created by the Lord God Almighty. I was once the Regent of Heaven, but I guess by now you know how that turned out. Alright, I wasn't exactly thrilled when Dad made Adam and Eve and ordered me and the Crew Upstairs to bow down before these flawed, dangerous creatures. Because of that, I was kicked out of the Kingdom of Heaven. When I went into Exile, lots of Angels followed me of their own volition. I didn't force anyone or seduce anyone into following me. Nearly half of the Sons and Daughters of the Almighty followed me out of their own free will. The winged guys and winged gals who joined my team simply liked me better than Dad and His new toys. All we wanted was to establish our own little kingdom. Unfortunately, Dad and the Others wouldn't have it. They declared war on us. Well, you can't really fault us for defending ourselves, right?

Anyhow, these days I live in the City of Toronto, Province of Ontario. Why did I come to Canada? It's a nation of immigrants after all, and it's becoming quite diverse these days. In Toronto alone, I've met scores of people from places like the Caribbean, the Middle East, China, India, Africa and Latin America. They're really changing this nation, for the better I think. In Toronto, you can feel at home no matter what color you are, what religion you follow or where you hail from. I flipped a coin to decide between the metropolis of Toronto and New York City, and I picked Toronto. Here I am. Housed in the body of Joe Garner. A six-foot-three, lean and athletic man in his mid-twenties. The son of Jackson Garner, an African-American gentleman from the City of Amarillo, Texas, and Genevieve Tremblay, a French-Canadian woman from the City of Montreal, Quebec. I've been living in his body for a while now. His soul departed the earthly plane when he suffered a massive heart attack. Sixty seconds later, I leapt out of the ether and into his body, reanimating it and using it for my purposes. Whether Joe Garner's soul went to Heaven, Hell or the wastelands of Purgatory, I couldn't tell you. I've kind of been staying outside of these places. Why? Everybody over there wants me dead. 

Lately, the one thing I happen to fear is finally starting to happen. Heaven and Hell are using the earthly plane as their battlefield. It's gotten bad to the point that Demons from Hell are starting to show up here. A lot of people confuse Fallen Angels like myself with Demons. I try to forgive you people your ghastly ignorance but my patience is wearing thin. Angels and Demons aren't the same thing at all. Fundamental differences, one and all. We're not at all the same thing. You see, Demons existed long before the War in Heaven. They're a myriad races of beings whom Dear Old Dad never much cared for. When Dad created the Universe, the Demons came into being as well and due to their troublesome nature, He locked them away into a fiery pit full of fire and torment. What you people call Hell. 

The Demons were already in Hell long before my Followers and I fought against the Kingdom of Heaven, lost, and were rounded up and dispatched to the Pit of Hell. When us Fallen Angels were sent to Hell, the Demons didn't exactly welcome our presence. The Demon King Beelzebub, a particularly nasty bastard, led this Legions of Hell against the Fallen Angels, commanded by yours truly. I beat Beelzebub, and became the new King of Hell. If I couldn't have the planet earth, I would build myself a Kingdom in Hell. I wasn't very nice to the Demons. Um, I made what Columbus and the Europeans did to the Natives of the Americas look like a picnic by comparison. Of the trillions of Demons living in Hell when we arrived, I personally exterminated...half? I guess I got rid of a lot of them, huh? 

Does that sound mean? Some of the others have compared the effect of Fallen Angels arriving in Hell on the Demonic populace to that of pythons and boas on the alligator population of the Everglades in Florida. Indigenous population getting chewed up by an invasive species. While I might be inclined to feel pity for those poor gators getting devoured by giant snakes, I feel absolutely no remorse for getting rid of the more troublesome Demons. Sorry, but they're so ugly! I thought I was doing the Universe a favor by culling their numbers. Thus, I ruled Hell, with us Fallen Angels as the ruling class and the Demons became our servants, our errand boys, our sex toys, our bitches. The Demons didn't like this state of the affairs but what could they do? While outside the planet Earth, Angels, both Heavenly and Fallen, are Immortal and Indestructible. Demons are vastly powerful but they're mortal. In Hell, Demons can be slain. On earth, they can be slain as well. I don't think Demons can ever ascend to the Heavenly Plane but if they did, they'd probably be mortal there as well.

When I left the Pit of Hell, the Fallen Angel Azazel stepped up and took my spot. He's the new King of Hell now. Azazel has never truly approved of my way of treating the Demons. Especially since he's married to one. A powerful female Demon named Lilith is Azazel's darling wife, and she's corrupted his not-so bright mind with ideas of Demonic equality and Angelic harmony. What a load of crap. Angels, both Fallen and Heavenly, are ABOVE all other creatures. Demons are the crap of the Universe. They're our servants and nothing else. Azazel has lost his damn mind. He's allowing Demons to come to Earth now, wreaking havoc and possessing people, slaughtering innocent people, stealing souls and all that jazz. I sense Lilith's dirty hand in this business. A lot of Fallen Angels are fed up with Azazel's way of doing things, so they're starting to come to the planet Earth.

The presence of so many Fallen Angels and warlike Demons on the planet Earth among ordinary humanity isn't something the Kingdom of Heaven can tolerate. That's why the Archangels Michael, Gabriel and Raphael are here. They came down from Heaven with scores of the very best of Heaven's warriors. I was approached by Michael a while ago. He came to me, wearing the features of his host. A tall, blond-haired and green-eyed Caucasian male in his early thirties. In mortal life, the guy whose body the Archangel Michael wore was known as Patrick Kingsley. Irish lad from Galway, Ireland. One day, he went to bed and simply didn't wake up. Michael took over his body the moment his soul left it, and now, he's got it for the duration of his stay on the planet Earth. Even though we're political enemies, Michael and I have always had an understanding. I can't stand Dad and the favoritism He showed to you humans, but I've never held it against Michael. He's my little brother after all. He's loyal to Dad, whom I continue to love even though I think the Old Man has lost His mind.

Michael came to talk, and naturally he brought Gabriel and Raphael with him. I was really surprised by how much they changed. When last I saw Gabriel, we were locked in deadly battle, eons ago. The jovial Archangel I remembered had become a somber being. Gabriel's host is a short, slim Asian chick with bleached red hair and light bronze eyes. In mortal life, she had been Theresa Yamamoto, a native of the Japanese Home Islands. You know the drill. She died of natural causes, leaving behind an intact body, and the Archangel Gabriel took over. Gabriel looked really funny to me in that new body, and I couldn't help laughing at her. She smacked me, which caused Michael, the usually stoic and unsmiling Michael, to laugh out loud. Even grim and power-hungry, overly ambitious Raphael joined in. Raphael came to our meeting housed in the body of a tall, broad-shouldered and muscular Arab man in his late thirties. In mortal life, his host had been Anthony Abdul-Hamid, a native of the City of Baalbek in Lebanon. A devout Christian who had tattoos of the cross on his neck, chest and left buttock. 

I must say, it was refreshing to see my Brothers and Sisters again. It had been too long. We spent the afternoon walking around the City of Toronto. None of them had ever been to Canada before, and I was proud to show them my new town. We grabbed sandwiches and coffee at Tim Horton's, caught a movie at the Cineplex and enjoyed burritos, ice tea, fried rice and teriyakis in Chinatown. In between all that, we talked about the uselessness of the fight between Fallen Angels and Heavenly Angels and the threat posed to both sides by the Demons. A lot of mortal artists in their infinite ignorance assume that the numbers of Angels is unlimited. In truth, there are only a few dozen millions of us. Once, we numbered almost a billion but so many of us died during the War in Heaven. Both sides suffered terrible losses. The souls of dead Angels go back to the Essence. What is the Essence? Simply the Stuff of Creation. God's Will shapes it into whatever He desires. When humans and Angels die, because we have a spark of God inside of us, a soul, we go back to the Essence. All of God's creatures have it. Demons don't. Somehow, they were created without souls. When they die, it's the end. For that, they hate all creatures in the Universe because everyone and everything has a soul. Plants have souls, as do animals. All living things. Demons are the almost tragic exception in all that. They hate everything in existence. 

People call me the epitome of evil, and I guess I deserve some of that. I dislike humans. I really do. Well, I do and I don't. Most humans are stupid, bigoted and utterly useless. Some of them I like. Take Fatima Ahmed for example. She's this short, hijab-wearing Black chick of Somali descent in the apartment building where I live. She has a permanent limp because her older brother Mohammed beat her up for befriending a Jewish guy named Rosenberg, and later dating him. In spite of her brother battering her and her boyfriend abandoning her at the first sign of trouble, she still believes in men, still believes in love, and thanks God for every moment she has. I couldn't do that. Forgive people who've done me wrong. Most Angels, both Heavenly and Fallen, hold grudges. We can hold a grudge until the stars turn cold. 

I've always loved my Brothers and Sisters, even those who fought against me. That's why I happily picked up the tab after we hung out together for the first time in eons. I was thrilled to show the beauty of Canada to them. An Irishman, a Japanese chick and a Lebanese Christian guy. The Confederation of Canada attracts all kinds, doesn't it? Like I said, I have my faults but I love my Family. I don't hate Michael and the Others for opposing me. I blame Dad for causing the conflict between us, forcing us to fight each other for His love. And He doesn't even lose us anymore. He prefers you humans. I'm not bitter about it...anymore. I'm just stating a fact. Still, just to show you that I'm not all bad, I would never allow the Demons to roam the earth. They're...filth. Seriously. If you could put intelligence into shit, actual excrement, and have it walk around and talk, it would still be more appealing than a Demon. 

Michael and the Others told me about their fears. You see, if the Fallen Angel Azazel, his wife that manipulative bitch Lilith and their Demons conquer the planet Earth, the Lord God will destroy the world rather than forfeit it to another power. The Flood happened because us Fallen Angels once dwelled on earth. We never conquered it. We just wanted to live here. However, Heaven deported us to Hell. When we got there, we made Hell, well, Hell for the Demons, and now they want out. I don't want the planet earth destroyed. As much as it pains me to say this, I've grown fond of it. Some of the humans aren't offensive to my eyes. Like Dalton Heinrich, this old white guy who lives not far from me. He used to teach Christian theology at Saint Augustine Catholic Academy, but now all he does is volunteer work at the library. Dude's always walking around the neighborhood with his Doberman, a mutt named Vader. He always brings me a copy of the Toronto Star for free. We have coffee and play chess on the weekends. Sometimes I let him win. He's an okay guy. Him and Fatima, they're my favorite people in Toronto. Now, being an Angel, I speak every language, including the language of dogs. Dalton's dog, Vader the Doberman, clearly knows what I am ( animals can always sense the supernatural ) and doesn't like me. I tell him that if he ever craps on my lawn, I'll fry him. Bastard's been steadily pissing on my building's front lawn every weekend like clockwork. He's still alive, but only because Dalton loves his hairy ass and I wouldn't want to hurt the old man. 

Yeah, I guess you could say that this place has started to grow on me. I told Michael and the Others I'd see what I could do about the Demon invasion of the planet Earth. I'm going to have to go at it solo because the Fallen Angels aren't taking orders from me anymore. Those who fled Hell for earth just want to be left alone. Also, many of them never really cared for me anyway. Officially, Heaven isn't communicating with me. My meeting with Michael and the other Archangels was off the record. Politics, you know how it is. Same shit everywhere, I'm afraid. Anyhow, I'm going to go now. Got some Demons to slaughter. Nobody kills these things like I can. Why am I doing this for? I am not doing this for Heaven, because, my respect for the Archangels aside, I think Heaven is full of annoying, mindless dicks and cunts. I'm not doing this for Hell either, because it's no longer mine to rule and I could care less about the well-being of its denizens. I'm not fighting for humanity either, because I find you people annoying, bigoted and overrated. I'm doing this for me. Earth is my home now. Got to defend my turf, my hood, or whatever you want to call it. Wish me luck. Peace.  



Lucifer Rising



Until the day I die, I will fight you bozos. Seriously. My name is Eric Wahid, and I'm a guy with problems. I was born in the City of Nabatieh, Republic of Lebanon, in early February 1987. My father Joseph Wahid is Ethiopian and my mother Catherine Al-Mansur is Lebanese, of Maronite Christian extraction. I lived an ordinary life in the City of Beirut with my parents, for most of my time upon this world. It wasn't easy for us, as a family made up of an African father and Arab mother, especially given how racist Arab society was and continues to be. Still, I loved the country in which I was born and cherished its people. Thirty years after my birth, I encountered a man named Ibrahim the Wise while visiting my father's ancestral homeland of Ethiopia. 

This old man who has been an icon of the Ethiopian Orthodox Church for decades wasn't what he seemed. He revealed himself to be the latest reincarnation of the Biblical Patriarch Abraham. I thought the old buzzard was out of his mind, until he showed me what he was made of. I watched him slice off his left pinky finger and it grew back in a matter of seconds. As I watched, stunned, the old man smiled and told me that he and I were linked, and we had a destiny to fulfill. You see, there is a war going on. Angel against Dark Angel. Many of them winged sons of have come to the planet Earth from the Kingdom of Heaven and they desperately want to find a powerful weapon to conquer all realms of creation, including the Kingdom of Heaven and the planet Earth. 

These Angels are led by the Archangel Michael and his second-in-command, a warrior Angel named Raphael. They're the new leaders of God's Army now. Apparently, God has vanished from Heaven and the Angels are running the show. The Dark Angels are here on earth as well, and they're trying to find the location of God's Adversary. Can you guess who they're looking for? Lucifer. The Morning Star. The Prince of Darkness. If he is found by the Dark Angels and they release him from his Prison, it's over. The Patriarch Abraham is here on Earth for the first time in thousands of years. The man from whom all Jews and Christians are descended from came down from Heaven to the earthly plane in order to search for something very special. The location of Lucifer Morningstar's Prison. And he asked me to help him find it. Hey, I wasn't about to say no to a guy like that. A man whom I've seen bring a woman back to life after she died from gunshot wounds with a simple touch. For a while I was the Patriarch's little helper, then I guess life happened. I got tired of guys with wings coming after me, and I wanted to live my life without the constant danger that came with being the sidekick of a Holy Man.

I came to the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario, to study at Carleton University. You see, my mother got a job as a diplomat working for the Lebanese Embassy, and I always wanted to study in Canada so our family moved here. Guess who followed me to Ontario, Canada? None other than my favorite biblical Patriarch. I ran into him while walking around in downtown Ottawa. Apparently, Angels are present in Canada too. I told he old man that he could stuff his mission where the sun doesn't shine. Ever the charmer, Abraham asked me to sit down and have a chat with him. While walking through the Rideau Shopping Center, we were followed by a particularly nasty bugger, the Archangel Gabriel. To the outside world, us two gentle gents were attacked by a nearly seven-foot-tall, blond-haired and blue-eyed Caucasian guy built like a linebacker. In his hands he held a four-foot-long antique sword.

The guy would have cleaved me in two if it hadn't been for Abraham's quick thinking. Abraham thrust a knife into the Archangel Gabriel's midsection, and the howling creature of heaven fled. I always thought that Angels were Immortal, and Abraham assured me that they are, but they can be hurt. The blade which the Patriarch Abraham stabbed the Archangel Gabriel with is no ordinary metal. It is a blade of Empyrean metal, fashioned in the Vaults of the Kingdom of Heaven itself. By hands which were more than human. The wounded Archangel fled, but the Patriarch assumed me that it was Gabriel's pride which was wounded most, not his body. I gathered then that the Archangel Gabriel and the Patriarch Abraham knew each other, and the old man told me as much when queried on the subject. Apparently, when God's chosen Prophets, among them Abraham, Moses and finally, Jesus Christ, rose to Heaven, many Angels did not like the power and importance given to these special human beings souls by God. 

A faction of the Angels of Heaven and all those who dwell in the Pit of Hell have a deep, powerful hatred of humanity. According to Abraham, the Archangel Gabriel is not fond of humans, even though he firmly opposes the Dark Angels plans to locate Lucifer Morningstar and free him from his Prison. Even the Archangel Michael, the guy who is de facto leader of the Kingdom of Heaven in the Absence of God, has always maintained a neutral stance when queried about his opinion of humans. Yeah, Angelic beings aren't fond of us, not even the good guys amongst them. Yeah, even though Canada is thousands of miles from both Lebanon and Ethiopia, the two places where I ran into Abraham, it seems he followed me here and has thrust me back into his world of magic, of fate and of chaos.

I'm not impressed by all of them Angels, to tell you the truth. Except maybe the Angel Hazel, who first appeared to us in the guise of a tall, curvy young woman of dark hair, golden brown eyes and bronze skin. The Angel Hazel helped me on a night when I was attacked by the Dark Angel Astaroth, who looked like a tall, burly Asian guy. I was walking out of the university library on a Friday night. That area of campus was nearly empty. For once, they came at me while Abraham wasn't around and I was forced to fight for my life against an enemy who could not die. I fought as hard as I could, but in the end, the Dark Angel Astaroth had me on my knees, ready to chop off my head with one of those unbreakable magical swords that all Angels seem to carry. The power of Angels is simply too great for any mortal man or woman to face, unless equipped with divine weaponry. Something like an Empyrean blade. According to Abraham, properly used, such weapons can seriously damage or even kill an Angel.

Watching Astaroth battle Hazel, I was mesmerized. For once, with no humans around, Angel and Dark Angel showed their true faces. Magnificent wings unfurled from their backs as they flew into the air and dueled over me, the ordinary mortal caught between the war Heaven wages against Hell. Still, I could not simply stand there and watch as Astaroth mercilessly beat Hazel into submission and got ready to slay her. I snuck up behind him, picked up the Angel Hazel's fallen sword, and chopped Astaroth's head. I killed an Angel, well, a Dark Angel but an Angel nonetheless. Moments after, the Patriarch Abraham appeared, flanked by none other than the Archangel Uriel, who appeared in the guise of a tall, attractive Arab woman in her early thirties. 

I don't know who was more shocked that I, a mortal, had killed an Angel. And not just any Angel. Astaroth was one of the strongest of Dark Angels, he was once the henchman of the Fallen Angel Beelzebub, who rebelled against Lucifer Morningstar and led a revolt against him in the Pit of Hell. Abraham looked at me with a sad look on his face as I gave Hazel a hand up. I noticed that the Archangel Uriel looked a bit nervously at the heavenly sword in my hand. She snapped her fingers and two more Angels appeared, a tall Hispanic guy and a short Filipino woman. The warrior Angels Sabriel and Haguel, respectively. Now how did I know that? I looked at Astaroth's remains, then at the Angels gathering around Hazel and I. Without relinquishing my sword, I asked Abraham and Uriel to state their business. 

It was Abraham who spoke, finally. In a grave voice, he told me that he had at last found what he'd spent such a long time searching for. The location of Lucifer Morningstar's Prison. I smiled at them. That's good news, right? So why the long frigging faces? Uriel gently laid a hand on Abraham's shoulder, for the old man suddenly seemed tired. Hmm. For a guy who's untold thousands of years old, he usually seems quite spry. Uriel locked eyes with me and told me in three simple words things that I really wish I had never heard. You are Lucifer Morningstar, the Archangel Uriel told me. When he said that, I felt everyone around me grow nervous. The Angels Sabriel and Haguel pointed their swords at me. Hazel, who had been standing beside me until now, suddenly looked frightened. I can't tell her how much it hurt when she moved to stand beside Abraham and the others. 

Wow. I always thought I had problems but this one takes the cake. Uriel and Abraham's voices droned on and on. They kept talking, but I swear I couldn't hear them. All I could hear was something building inside of me. A cold dread. I'm the Devil? This is crazy! I can't be the Devil. I'm a human being. My dad is a civil engineer and my mother is an internationally trained lawyer-turned-diplomat. I'm a Criminology student at Carleton University. And ever since I met a crazy old man named Abraham who turned out to be not so crazy, my life has been filled with supernatural nonsense. Angels, Demons and Monsters. And half the time, they want me dead. Now I know why. I looked at Abraham, and asked him how long he had known. I saw tears in the old man's eyes as he told me the Principalities, one of Heaven's toughest band of Angels, recently revealed it to him. 

Ah, cool. So I have the Principalities to thank for this big revelation. I'll have to pay them a visit someday. Real soon. I looked from Abraham to Uriel, and finally to Hazel. I asked them what happened next. Judging by the look of cold determination in Uriel's eyes, and the anger and hate radiating off of Sabriel and Haguel, I had a pretty good idea what they wanted to do to me. First, though, I would deal with them then I would get answers. With a snap of my fingers, I set Haguel and Sabriel's wings ablaze. Howling in pain, they writhed on the ground. The flames consumed their entire bodies in less than a minute. I was about to do the same to the Archangel Uriel but she vanished. The cowardly Archangel retreated, teleporting herself out of my reach. I stood before Abraham and Hazel, who picked up Sabriel's sword. I looked at her and asked her if she would try to kill the one who saved her life. Hazel looked at me with tear-filled eyes. The female warrior Angel told me that even though she felt conflicted about me, she would do her duty. I shook my head, and walked past her. I looked at the ashes of Sabriel and Haguel, and gathered them in my hands.

With but a thought, I released them. The ghostly remains of the slain Angels rose in the air, hovering before me. I heard Abraham gasp in surprise and Hazel exclaimed that what I did was impossible. I laughed and told her that in power, I was second only to God Himself. Then I mercifully allowed Sabriel and Haguel to return from whence they came. The Kingdom of Heaven. Once again, Hazel and Abraham were alone with me. I smiled and told them that I wasn't the evil they thought I was. Someone in Heaven saw fit to trap Lucifer Morningstar, the Fallen Archangel, inside the body of a mortal man. Hoping that they'd be rid of me. They made me forget who and what I was. Robbed me of my identity. For that they will pay. 

Yes, my enemies must pay for their transgressions against me. But while I am no longer merely Joseph Wahid, I am also much more than the Fallen Archangel known as Lucifer Morningstar. The one called the Devil by Jews, Christians and Muslims. I am much more than that now. What am I? The Angelic and the Human blended into one troublesome whole, that's what I am. Unique. I am Immortal, but I also have what no Angel does. I have a soul. And the humanity in me wouldn't let me destroy Sabriel and Haguel forever, and it was preventing me from harming Hazel and Abraham. I told them we'd meet again, and then I flew away. I flexed my wings and soared into the heavens. I'm going to the Kingdom of Heaven. Fate help anyone who prevents me from going in and getting some answers. I'll tell you how it went. Stay tuned for more. 



Lucifer Rising: A New Prince



Hello, there. Lucifer Morningstar here. That's right, ladies and gentlemen. You're actually talking to the Devil himself. Relax, I'm not here to cause you any harm. Honest. Cross my heart and hope to die. Seriously, if I wanted you dead, you'd be dead and that's that. No, I'm here to set the record straight once and for all. You see, I've been the victim of the most negative PR campaign in human history. Actually, make that all of history because a lot of the shit that gets said about me took place before mankind came into existence. Alright? Cool. 

Up until a few days ago, I actually thought of myself as Eric Wahid, an ordinary man living a fairly normal life. I actually remember every detail of the ordinary mortal life I led. I was born in the town of Nabatieh in the Republic of Lebanon to an Ethiopian father and Lebanese Christian mother. I was raised in the City of Beirut, and was fascinated by all things western. I attended a Catholic school and after graduation, I opted to study outside of Lebanon. I spent a year studying at Cambridge College in the City of London, England, before moving to the City of Ottawa in the Province of Ontario, somewhere in east central Canada to study at Carleton University. 

I vividly remember my life in the Republic of Lebanon with my parents, Joseph Wahid and Catherine Al-Mansur. I remember being the only brown person in our part of town with the exception of my tall and dark-skinned, proud African father. Being an Orthodox Ethiopian didn't make life easy for him among the Christians and Muslims vying for control of Lebanon at the time. My father told me how he joined a Lebanese Christian militia after our family was attacked by Muslims during the dark days of the Lebanese Civil War. I remember the constant shootings, the rockets being launched, the destruction and the death. I remember seeing scores of young men and women dead due to sectarian warfare. Oh, yes. I remember all that. It was a big part of my life.

One day, my life changed. I met an old man named Ibrahim while visiting the nation of Ethiopia, my father's ancestral homeland. I didn't realize that I was speaking to the biblical Patriarch Abraham when he spoke to me. He came to me and asked me to help him on a mission of utmost importance. He believed that a war was brewing between the Angels of Heaven and the Dark Angels of Hell, and mankind might not survive being caught in the crossfire. I thought the old man was crazy, until he showed me proof of his supernatural abilities. Abraham the Patriarch, the Chosen of God, sacred progenitor of Jews and Christians alike, lived and died a long time ago. His soul ascended to paradise, where he rejoiced in the embrace of God. Until God apparently grew so disgusted with His creation that He couldn't stand to look at it anymore. God left the Universe, and basically all living beings, mortal and immortal alike, basically found themselves on their own.

Hoping to stop the War of the Angels from destroying the Abode of Man, Abraham pleaded with the Archangel Michael, the Ruler of Heaven in God's absence, to be allowed to return to the planet Earth. The Viceroy of the Kingdom of Heaven agreed, and Abraham was returned to earth in a new body....endowed with new powers. Although he's mortal again, he's no ordinary human being. He can heal instantly from any injury. He has the ability to regenerate. He can also heal others with a simple touch. At the time he revealed this to me, I was pretty impressed. I became Abraham's sidekick or little helper if you will. Our mission? The old man wanted to locate Lucifer's Prison, for he had it on good authority that the Angels of Heaven trapped Lucifer Morningstar somewhere on the planet Earth thousands of years ago, leaving the Dark Angels of Hell basically leaderless. As long as the Dark Angels fight among themselves for the Throne of Hell, they can't unite against the Angels of Heaven. See how twisted heavenly creatures can be? And they call me prideful.

The Guys Upstairs had this wonderful idea that without a leader, the Dark Angels posed no threat to their rule. Since they couldn't kill me, they destroyed my body. Now, an Angel's body is exceptionally hard to destroy. We are invulnerable, we cannot age, and we are immune to disease. We were built to last by the most powerful craftsman in history, God Himself. The only thing that can hurt an Angel is Empyrean metal, and both Angels and Dark Angels use it to fashion their swords and other weapons. Properly used, an Empyrean blade can kill an Angel. Abraham used one against a certain nasty Archangel named Gabriel attacked us in broad daylight, wounding him. The female warrior Angel Hazel fought the Dark Angel Astaroth and I used her sword to behead him as he was about to kill her. Yeah, I wasn't fond of Angels, either good or bad. Ever since I met Abraham, they seemed to have it in for me.

After I killed Astaroth, the Patriarch Abraham showed up, flanked by the Archangel Uriel and her two flunkies, the warrior Angels formerly known Sabriel and Haguel. They were determined to kill me because they just found out from the Archangel Michael where Lucifer Morningstar's Prison was located. Lucifer wasn't trapped in a conventional prison. The most powerful Angel of them all was trapped inside a human body, for Heaven made him forget who he was and stripped him of his Angelic powers. Uriel glowered at me with her flunkies as Abraham painfully told me all that. When she decided to sic them on me, I had to defend myself. Using power I didn't know I had, I dispatched them promptly. Uriel vanished like the cowardly bitch I knew she was. I stood alone with the Angel Hazel and Abraham. One was the Angel who intervened to save my life, the other was the man who changed my life. At the moment, both of them were scared of me. They thought I was The Enemy. 

I told them that I meant them no harm, then I left. Now, here I am. Sitting alone in a park in downtown the City of Boston, Massachusetts. I had to get away from the City of Ottawa, Ontario, for a while. I watched people go by all day in Boston Common, thinking about my life. It's one of those existential moments, you know? I can clearly remember every detail of my life. I remember playing soccer in the streets of Beirut with my friends. I remember falling in love with Samirah Bashir, the tall, dark-haired and bronze-skinned young Lebanese woman who lived next door, and my parents discouraging me from pursuing anything with her because she was a Shiite Muslim and we were Christians. Religious differences are a BIG thing in Arabian societies. 

Still, my heart yearned for the lovely Samirah and I could not forget her. I remember running into Samirah at a nightclub while visiting my mother's side of the family in the environs of Baalbek, south Lebanon, when we were both eighteen years old. How wonderful she smelled. How gracefully she moved. I remember making love to her that night, and many nights after that. I remember returning with her to Beirut, where I informed my parents of my love for her. We were going to get married. I would convert to Islam if that's what it took. I remember the cold, smug look on Samirah's father's face, the esteemed Ahmed didn't think much of a mixed-race man like myself. I remember the anger I felt when he called me a kafir and an abd, which means slave in Arabic. The racist goon! Angrily I flung myself at him, punching him in the face right in his doorstep. I remember my parents fearing for my safety afterwards and strongly encouraging me to study abroad, because Ahmed was a wealthy and powerful man in Lebanese society and his wrath would be fierce indeed. I left Lebanon, saying goodbye to my beloved Samirah forever. Later, I would learn from my parents that she died under mysterious circumstances. The truth? She was slain by her family for dishonoring them for loving me, a non-Muslim. Yeah, it's like that in Arab societies and elsewhere in the Muslim world nowadays.

Like many of the decent-minded people of this world, I rejoiced when Pastor Youcef Nadarkhani, the Iranian-born former Muslim who became a famous Christian preacher, was finally freed from prison by the government of Iran, which had sentenced him to death for leaving Islam. Yeah, I thought about all those things on that bright sunny day while sitting on a bench inside Boston Common. Just a tall, good-looking and well-dressed young Black man taking in the town's sights and sounds. While gazing at Boston and indeed at the world, I saw a lot. Men and women doing terrible things to each other. A myriad evil deeds for the usual excuses, such as differences in race, religion, greed, nationality, political ideology, lifestyle, sexuality, lust, anger, hatred, and all the other excuses men and women drudge up to destroy one another. Humans are still hell-bent on destroying each other, just like when I last saw the world.

I don't really remember too much about my days as an Archangel in the Kingdom of Heaven, just flashes and impressions rather than real memories. What am I supposed to do now? There is much chaos in the Pit of Hell, as Dark Angels fight one another depending on which factions they're loyal to. In Heaven, they're laughing, these winged sons and daughters of the Almighty. So bent on holding onto every last shred of divine power after the departure of Our Father. Tsk. Idiots. Don't they know that power corrupts? I'm living and everlasting proof of that. So, what am I going to do now? Return to Hell, get rid of the blasted and flimsy competition and lead the unified Dark Angels, Demons and Monsters against Heaven? Stay on earth and watch as Dark Angel and Angel endanger mankind with their folly? I shall do neither. For I am Lucifer Morningstar, Adversary of God, and the Master of All Surprises. I don't give a fuck about Heaven or Hell. I like it down here on earth. And I like humanity. To hell with good and evil, and long live those of us who live somewhere in the middle. That's you and me, folks. I declare war against both heaven and hell on behalf of their victims, the men and women of planet Earth. 

Looking past the veil that hides the supernatural realms from the gaze of mortals, I saw hordes of Angels, Dark Angels, Demons, Giants and Monsters locked in deadly battle across a thousand worlds. More and more of them are crossing over to the earthly plane, heedless of the damage they're doing to this beautiful world and its inhabitants with their endless war. Just like many innocent people have gotten killed by both the Taliban and the U.S. Army as they fought across many nations, many innocent people will die as the Immortals bring their war here. Time for them to get a taste of their own medicine. With that thought, I ascend to heaven. Everywhere I look, fires erupt. The gates of Heaven smolder, then wither to ashes. Angel upon Angel gapes in surprise and shock. Heaven is open, and Hell rises to invade it, sensing its weakness, but colossal stones filled with Empyrean shards fall like rain on Hell's foot soldiers. Everywhere, both Angel and Dark Angel die, slain not by each other but by the Will of Lucifer. Me. In shiny gold letters I write in both the skies of heaven and the fiery tapestry of hell a simple message : Stay out of my sandbox if you know what's good for you. Sincerely, Lucifer Morningstar. I'm earth's new protector. Not bad for my first day on the job, eh?



Lucifer: The Real Story?



Notice ... if you have very strict Christian religious beliefs, you may find this idea offensive. If you think this might apply to you, then please do not read further - I don't want to upset anyone.

On the other hand, if you have strict religious beliefs, what the Hell are you doing reading stuff on this site in the first place? :-)

As we all know, there was a war in Heaven, and the angel Lucifer was cast down into the darkness for rebelling against the Lord.

Well, here's a different take on the story …

'Lucifer' means 'light bearer'. While the standard story is that he was the angel whose job was to bear the light of the Lord before he rebelled, that never rang quite true to me – calling someone 'light bearer' gives them an emotionally positive feel, which seems odd to me for someone who's supposed to be the Devil, the root of all evil.

Now, in the Greek mythos, Prometheus stole fire from heaven and gave it to Mankind, believing that we were being repressed by the gods in being denied this marvellous thing. Prometheus was certainly a 'light bearer' when he gave fire to us. The other Greek gods punished Prometheus by chaining him to a rock and setting gryphons to tear out his liver, which would constantly regenerate so that his torment was never over. For this reason, Prometheus (who was actually technically a Titan, not a god, to start with) has been worshipped as the 'patron god of mankind' in the Greek pantheon.

Was the light that Prometheus gave to us the light of reason? That would be a rather more significant gift even than fire, and perhaps more deserving of his punishment, from jealous gods.

So think about this:

Lucifer and Prometheus are different versions of the same myth. And maybe it's not altogether a myth …

In the Beginning, as the Good Book has it, there was God. God created the world in the form that He wanted it, and put mankind in the world to enjoy it and to sing His praises. (I always had misgivings about the psychology of a God who feels it necessary that such insignificant beings as us should spend our time worshipping Him, but maybe that's just me ...)

What He created was, in all likelihood, pretty much what the standard Christian vision of Heaven looks like: eternal joy and goodness for all, following God's law. 

God also created the angels, as general assistants and dogsbodies, to do the scut work of administering His eternally nice world.

But one of those angels started to think.

Lucifer (or Prometheus) realised that while the world had been created for humans, and they were all happy with it because (of course) it was all good – they had no choice. They could not really appreciate the grandeur of their existence, simply because there was nothing to contrast it against.

He realised that humans could never really understand what goodness was, simply because they did not know anything else. Ans that God had denied us the dignity of free will and choice.

Eventually Lucifer decided that he had to do something about this, so he introduced the concepts of evil and chaos into God's previously perfect world. Maybe he even did it by offering an apple to someone; but what he truly did was to introduce to Mankind 'the knowledge of Good and Evil'.

He knew that he would suffer for this, of course. But he felt it was worth the price.

Of course, once there was evil in the world, it was no longer a perfect place. And even God could not clean up this situation except by destroying mankind. And He is, after all, too merciful to do that. 

However, His mercy did not extend to the one He saw as the architect of evil and chaos, who had despoiled the perfection of His creation. Lucifer was condemned to eternal torment. And those who subsequently fell to the temptations that he had created were sent to join him. (Well, maybe the punishment is eternal – but now that Heaven has been cracked, can perfect eternity still exist?)

But while Lucifer is in torment, and knows that untold other souls suffer similarly because of his actions … he also knows that he gave Mankind the free will that God denied us. Those who now reach heaven have earned their place – they had a choice. And the fact that they have now earned it by their own efforts makes the pain worthwhile, even for those who have fallen by the wayside.

God gave us a hand-out. Lucifer gave us a hand up.

There was a cult TV series a few decades ago about a man who was imprisoned, and had very few choices. He was known only as 'Number 6'.

Lucifer's number, of course, is 666. 

BUT HE IS NOT A NUMBER! 



Lucifer Versus You: Who Wins?



Sitting atop a mountain, I gaze at the world below. With eyes far sharper than those of any man, I see every man and woman living on the planet. I remember the halcyon days when there weren't that many of the hairless beasts walking upright. How I loathe the whole lot of them. Time after time, I whispered suggestions into their minds and time after time they listened to me. It was all too easy. Soon the Endgame shall begin. As usual, my eyes linger over a particular region of the world. The Middle East. The place where I fell from heaven. The place where the three Abrahamic religions sprang from. First Judaism, then Christianity and lastly, Islam. Even now, foolish men and women from all three faiths war with one another. Over questions of religious ideology, lifestyle, territory and of course, to prove their love to their Father whom I hate more than any of them can fathom. 

I've only lost two fights in the eons since I was called into existence by the Old One. When I led my winged brothers and winged sisters from His realm and waged war against Him. The Old One. Even now I still seethe with anger. That fool, Michael, turned down my offer to join my Army. And he led the Old One's forces against mine. For many years we clashed across every plane of existence. In the heavens, in the sea and on the land. In the tundra, the desert, the jungle and the valley. Until all of existence shook with the fury of war as immortal clashed against immortal in the name of He who created All of Us. In the end, since my brothers and sisters were vastly outnumbered by the fools who followed the Old One's commands, we lost. And we were driven from our elevated realm and cast down.

I am saddened to say that many of my brothers and sisters left the cause. I never did, though. For I am the cause. How could I ever stop believing in myself? My hatred for men and women is infinite. As is my patience. I despise Michael the Archangel for siding with the Old One, I'll never cease to be disappointed in him for his betrayal. Once, we were brothers. Once, I called him friend. Now he's my enemy. As I am the enemy of those hairless little monkeys that fill up this once-beautiful thing called planet earth. As much as I hate Michael, I don't hate him half as much as the one whom the Jews called Yeshua, and whom Muslims refer to as Isa. The one whom Christians call Jesus Christ. The Son of God. The honor bestowed upon that upstart by the Old One baffles the mind. Angels, both the enlightened ones who've joined my cause and the fools who continue to serve in Heaven, are immortal but limited beings. That's the way the Old One made us. We live forever, and we are quite powerful. However, we have limitations. Clear set limitations. The Old One never set limitations on those hairless little monkeys that plague the planet earth. Theoretically, their potential for greatness and destruction just might exceed even His power. Now that's a concept which both frightens and thrills me, ladies and gentlemen.

Yeshua was something I had never seen before. Both mortal and divine...at the same time. Had he joined me, we would have been invincible together. I could have conquered heaven, dispatched the Old One and mastered the entire cosmos. If only Yeshua hadn't turned down my exceedingly generous offer. In the end, he paid dearly for it. While I devised schemes of revenge against the upstart, the very mortal men and women he had come to enlighten and redeem turned against him. Believe me when I tell you that I had absolutely nothing to do with what happened to Yeshua. The humans turned against him without having been prompted to do so by me or any of my minions. The fall of Yeshua happened because of his own foolishness, and his blind faith in the Old One. I could have told him that the Old One often makes foolish, dangerous demands of His most devoted servants. After all, I was once a Prince in Heaven. Ranked higher than even Michael. Long before Yeshua drew breath and walked the earth to supposedly enlighten the hairless monkeys.

After Yeshua died and his essence returned to heaven, I thought I had seen the end of him. At least for a while. How wrong I was. The effect of Yeshua's death on his followers was galvanizing. They began to spread their faith across the globe like locusts. From country to country, region to region. I watched as their numbers surpassed those of the Hebrews, from whom the bloodline of Yeshua sprang, and then they surpassed the numbers of the Pagans. I shuddered with rage as I watched them spread like a plague across the globe. But what could I do? From the beginning, the Old One called me the Adversary. How right He was. Since the followers of Yeshua wanted to conquer the world not through war but through the peaceful spreading of the gospel of Yeshua, I would create an equal or greater force to oppose them. The Hebrews and the Followers of Yeshua would not be allowed to rule the world. I thought long and hard about how to best destroy them. Whispering into the minds of Pagan kings and Pagan emperors against the followers of Yeshua seemed to only increase their numbers. What was to be done about these misty-eyed mongrels who proclaimed their faith everywhere they went?

One night, inspiration came to me. I was flying over the desert when I came across a strange man. Something about him called my attention. In him I sensed a great potential for both good and evil. He had been orphaned at birth, and raised in one of the greatest cities of the Arab world. He wandered the desert, wracked with deep despair. Well, I came down from the heavens, and I spoke to him. I offered him hope. The foolish angels who serve the Old One often appeared to wise men and spoke to them on behalf of the Almighty. Well, I spoke to this wise man. Being naïve and trusting, he believed me to be that fool, my elder brother Gabriel. Oh, well. At least he didn't mistake me for Michael because my fury would have too great to bear or conceal. I spoke to him, and told him to recruit others. I showed him visions of the future, a future in which he would play a decisive hand. As Yeshua had sought followers as he spread his gospel, as Abraham had done for the Hebrews, this man would do for me. I taught him the Rules. Then I sent him on his Mission.

The wise man from the desert succeeded beyond my wildest expectations. His followers grew in numbers, converting those who welcomed them and conquering those who opposed them. As their numbers grew, they clashed with the descendants of the followers of Yeshua. They also clashed with the descendants of the Hebrews. I encouraged enmity between the members of the Trinity. Foolish men and women think the Trinity merely imply the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit, as do the followers of Yeshua. In the eyes of the Old One, the Trinity referred to the three branches of the Sons and Daughters of the Old One. The eldest branch being the Hebrews, who are today called Jews. The middle and most numerous branch ( for now) called Christianity, as the followers of Yeshua eventually renamed themselves. The third and last branch was created by the wise man whom I spoke to in the desert, disguised as one of my elder brothers. Islam. The Old One loves all of his sons and daughters, whether they call themselves Christians, Jews or Muslims. His greatest wish is that they would stop fighting in His name. I shall never allow that to happen.

Day by day, the followers of the wise man whom I spoke to in the desert grow in number. I whisper to their leaders, who fill their hearts with animosity toward their cousins, the followers of Yeshua and the descendants of the Hebrews. As the numbers of all three faiths rise, global conflict is inevitable. In this war, I don't truly favor any of them. For whether they call themselves Christians, Jews or Muslims, all human beings are hairless monkeys in my eyes. The Old One, whom they call God, Yahweh and Allah, chose them over me. ME. How could I forgive these mortal creatures for our Father's folly? I shall drive them to destroy one another. When the last of them is gone, our Father shall weep. Let them fight each other in His name. Whoever wins, they all lose.  

I certainly hope you enjoyed this tale, ladies and gentlemen. If you haven't guessed my name by now, you never will. I really must get going. I have a lot of work to do. Men and women certainly don't need my help to destroy one another over questions of religion, race, gender, sexual orientation, territory or way of life, but I do enjoy giving them that extra push. It works nearly ten times out of ten. A few of them righteously resist me, but time is running out for all of them. In this age of globalization, fabulous technology and advanced communications, the stage is set for them to destroy one another. It's going to be fun. Come sit with me and watch. We've got front row seats.



Luciferella



I.

Luciferella sat playing chess with a woman from Knightsbridge for her eternal soul.

The game was, as could be expected in these sorts of things, going very badly for the woman. She had but a few pawns left. Luciferella had her castles, knights and, of course, all the bishops.

It was understandable that under such circumstances the woman should be in no great hurry to move her last piece. Luciferella grew impatient.

"Och! It is a feckin' pity," said she at last, "'at we did nae fix some time period within which th' player main move, ur forfeit everythin'."

"O, Luciferella," returned the woman in a heart-rending tone, "it is not the impending loss of my soul that gives me pause, but the loss of my fiance. When I think of all the grief that young master Dick will soon be faced with, that paragon of manly good looks!" 

With that tears choked her. Luciferella cocked one eyebrow.

"Is yer yoong master Dickie's looks sae surpassin' as 'at?" she inquired.

"He is as thick around as my wrist," the woman began, holding up her forearm for inspection. "He is an oak tree among men, a diamond among coal tailings. He is the very morning star!"

"Nae, Ah hink that's mah line. If 'at is th' case," retorted Luciferella cheerfully. "Ye can reassure yerself. yer yoong master Booby shaa nae want fur solace. When ye ur gain Ah will assume yer shape an' feck heem fur ye."

This revelation was not exactly the comfort the woman had been hoping for. She made a desperate move. In an instant Luciferella checkmated her and she disappeared in a poof of cosmic dust that smelled strongly of library paste and Glasgow beer.

"Feck! If Ah hud knoon whit a business thes was gonnae be, Ah dornt hink Ah shoods hae gart th' offer," thought Luciferella, as, wearing Cosima-Poppy Darling's appearance, for that was the damned woman's name, she installed herself in the former's condo. She surveyed the effects to which she now had to make some sense of. They included closets full of skirts and shirts, collars, hats, pumps and flats, more bottles of Boodles British gin than a human liver could handle and all the things that an upper-class twit might have to offer, etcetera. The former owner did not seem to be a deep thinker at all, though there were three legal summons, ten bounced checks, seventy-four unpaid parking bills and the whole video collection of "The Slushy, In-Bred Girl's Guide to the Arts of Lust, Love, Sex, Seduction, Bondage and Submission."

"Whit? nae Domination?" Luciferella scoffed.

Writing down the address of her soon-to-be conquest, the daemoness sallied forth. However, nothing but her own ignorance of the geography of these particular condos forced her to take the back stairs; thus saving herself from the clutches of two loan-collection functionaries, a rogue haberdasher, a slop of fops and the rapscallion Hyde Park panty thief. After a quick jaunt in a taxi she shortly found herself at young master Dick's doorstep.

Cosima-Poppy Darling had not been exaggerating with her praise. Such good looks! such wit! such rigour of posture! Not even Merlin's 14-inch monster-cock had produced half the emotions upon her that dear Dickie had. For his part he had never had known Cosima-Poppy to be so interesting while sober, so sultry, so extremely available as she was that morning.

A scant few minutes after walking through the door, there she was, kneeling in front of him with her mouth open, taking in as much of his horse-cock as she could. Her purple eyes were looking up into his smoldering dark ones, watching his facial expressions. She wanted to see if she could detect the second just before he would explode inside her, filling the back of her throat with mortal cum. She watched his eyes soften and his mouth open into an O. She felt him grab the back of her skull, tilting it so her throat was better angled as he tried to shove as much of himself into her as possible. 

Later that morning Luciferella, licking her lips, left his apartment as a love-sick fiend.



II.

Back at home Luciferella reflected on these curious turns of events. She had all but gotten him to name their wedding day, when, to her irritation, her musing were interrupted by being informed that a nun desired to talk to her.

"She wants bunsens fur a new kirk ur mission, Ah suppose," said she, knowing full well that over half the Church's missions were funded by demonic enterprises. "Och! Brin' 'er up."

But when the visitor was ushered in Luciferella found, with some anxiety, that she was no earthly mortal at all -- but an ethereal nun -- a Puritan one, too, with whom Luciferella had never been able to get on with. 

"Ye cannae gab tae nuns abit blowjobs, mah mammy always said," Luciferella reflected.

This particular nun, while on earth, had been a head mistress of an all girl, all chaste school (one of only three that had, sine the concept of segregating the sexes had been invented, ever successfully been able to pull off keeping that many girls under one roof without the finger-fucking orgies) Her voice was curt, precise, peremptory.

"I am here," she said, "to notify you of my appointment as Inspector-General of Devilettes."

"Whit!" exclaimed Luciferella in alarm. "Tae th' post ay mah auld mukker, Mary 'bury me in a Y-shaped coffin', Magdalene?"

"She was deemed too old for the job," said the Puritan dryly. "She was about your age, I think? Around two thousand, give or take?"

Luciferella rolled her eyes. The Puritan continued.

"Back when I was alive--" and here the nun sniffed in disgust "--the S-word was simple, elementary, uncomplicated--"

"Th' S-word?" blinked Luciferella.

"Of course."

"Whit? 'Sauerkraut'?" and she shuddered in disgust.

"No, of course not; for a Puritan sauerkraut is delicious."

"Och! 'Skullduggery'?"

"No!"

"Nae th' dreaded 17-letter s-word? 'Snugglebunnies'?"

"What are you talking about? Are you smoking crack in your free time?"

"Ah always wanted tae hear a nin say 'at!"

The dead nun looked put out, which, perhaps, is the natural state for a dead nun.

"Listen, you imbecilic cyprian, once upon a time the sin of Lust was simple, straight-forward, uncomplicated. A Lust Demon's job was easy. You didn't have to do anything; hint at showing your ankle and the royals of the land would follow you like lapdogs. Men would sell their souls simply to possess one of your snot-covered handkerchiefs. But now--"

"Aye," sighed Luciferella. "Feckin' 'as become mair difficult. Dae ye ken hoo mony kinky oorgies Ah hae tae tryst jist tae gie a bloke interested? If it's nae anal wi' Beelzebubbie an' daein' 'oke aff Molocha's tittes, 'en it's nae gang, Maister Cheil."

"I don't even know what you just said but it certain sounded foul and perverted," the nun said, stamping a foot. "Saints and ministers! You've been living on Earth for over two centuries and you've yet to lose your distasteful Edinburgh accent. Don't you get out once in a while?"

"Ah am nae frae Auld Reekie!" Luciferella cried, aghast. "A' fowk knows th' Devil li'es in Killiecrankie."

"If you say so," the nun said, adjusting her habit. "But I didn't come here to trade poorly written quips. I am God's new dust broom and you should expect a good, hard cleaning! I warn you, Fornicator, that I mean to be rigorous and righteous and firm. Firm and hard! -- Stop your giggling! Here now is one little matter which I must set to rights at once. You are going to marry that damned woman's betrothed, are you? Now you know you cannot take a new husband, unless you give up your old one."

"Och! Mah hen 800-year auld virgin," exclaimed Luciferella. "Whit an unspeakably canty prospect yoo've jist suggested tae me!"

"I don't know about that," sniffed the Puritan. "I must remind you, though, that the dominion of the nether regions is presently attached to the current High Prince. Of course, you can divorce him, but if you do that you immediately lose all your infernal authority. I don't give a pope's spittoon what you do, but you must understand that you cannot engage in fornication with more than one person and ... er, enjoy it, too."

"Actually, Ah can. That's a body ay th' perks ay bein' a devilette."

"Pliff and plaff. Good day to you, madam!"

Truth be told, there was conflict in Luciferella's ever-changing bosom ("Ah can make them huge ur wee dependin' oan mah moods!") If any stronger passion than passion existed within her -- just at that moment -- it would have had to be her attachment to Dick ("Och! Ah loove mah Dick!") Still, she thought, moodily picking a stray louse from her pubes and eating it, her aversion to her current consort was rather impressive, too. Prince Belial had grown old, developed an impressive pot-belly and his once legendary cock now hang limp and useless below his kneecaps, even when she did her scandalous "'ankee pankee jink" for him. She had tried polygamy once during her stint as a Mormon, but the less said about that debacle the better. Plus there was the whole "dethroning herself simply to live a couple of decades of happiness" that caused the poor daemonette to knit her brows and pace the floor.



III.

Feeling herself unable to come to a decision she sent for Caracona, to whom she unfolded her problem, requesting her advice.

"What a shame that the new Inspector will not let you marry young master Dick!" lamented her counselor, parading around in her red latex catsuit with her freshly painted horns. "If you did, my lady, my private opinion is that in 48-hours afterward you would bore with him just as much as you do now with Prince Belial. You are a fickle creature. Are your intentions really echt?"

"Ech?"

"I mean, my lady, honorable."

"Aye," lamented Luciferella sadly, "Fur some odd reason, every tois ay thee hunder years Ah faa in loove. It's queer."

"What's really queer," rejoined Caracona. "Is that if you just tempted him to commit a sin of Lust, he'd be yours without any stipulations at all."

"Och! Caracona," said Luciferella, "Ah cannae brin' myself tae be Tempter ay sae much beauty an' humur an' unspoiled cheil-cock go to waste."

"My poor, abused lady," cooed Caracona, kissing her open mouth. "Let me see what I can do to help you with your pain."

Caracona sucked at her lady deeply, rubbing her lips and tongues against Luciferella's. They both closed their eyes while Luciferella let out a stifled moan, arching her back into Caracona's embrace; reaching up her 7-inch tongue into Caracona mouth, beckoning her tongues to join her.

Caracona dropped her hands onto Luciferella's; pushing her mouth deeper into Luciferella's, sending both her tongues reaching down the other's throat.

"Och!" Luciferella moaned through clamped lips.

Caracona glided her hands over Luciferella's body, sliding her fingers down Luciferella's cleavage and cupping one of her breasts in her hairy palm. She pinched her rigid and firm nipples and felt her lady's body respond. 

"Wa am Ah worryin' abit a mortal cheil-cock when Ah hae thes?" Luciferella thought.

Caracona felt Luciferella's jaw quiver as she brought her hand down her belly; between her legs akimbo she touched the sticky mephistophelian wetness.

Luciferella unhinged her jaw and opened her mouth even wide; letting out a breathy sigh into Caracona's mouth, while her counselor -- and Custodian of the Imperial Clitoris -- found Luciferella's all slippery and firm with her middle finger; began to stroke it gently.

"Braw," Luciferella shivered, slipping out a continuous stream of saliva and deep mmm-noises into Caracona's receiving mouth; all the while gripping her hand harder.

"Aye, reit thaur," Luciferella murmured through Caracona's stifling kiss.

Luciferella's body shuddered and shook on the cusp of an orgasm. Her hot breath snorted out of her nostrils, scalding the air. Slowly, slowly and then like a banshee she bolted up, her eyes springing wide open. Her tail uncurled, making its trademark "bingo" noise of ecstasy. Caracona's face hovered over hers while the rest of her body continued its finger fucking assault. Her concentration was completely focused on the intense feeling throbbing in her eyes and pulsating in her tip of her nose and fingertips.

"Mmrphh...mrph!" Luciferella gurgled while her body arched and a jet of daemonette-cum erupted from deep inside her, burning a three-foot hole in the floor where she had been laying.

Caracona lifted her dripping face off of Luciferella, her eyebrows smoking, licking and rubbing the spittle off her chin while Luciferella took in a huge breath, still feeling the lasting after-effects of her orgasm.

"But whit am Ah tae dae?" the poor daemoness asked some time later, curled in Caracona's arms and moodily playing one of her friend's massive ass cheeks.

"Didn't you have this same problem back in the 18th-century with that stupid Giacomo Casanova de Seingalt? Weren't you all, 'Och Caracona, Ah hae ne'er hud sic' a big cock inside me!' And then what happened? Give a mortal fifty years of hard fucking and they go all limp and pot-bellied on you. Why not wait fifty years and see if young master Dick is still any of that?"

"Ah suppose."

"And really, my lady, were you really going to spend the next century being called 'Cosima-Poppy Darling' on a daily basis? You will lose all respect, especially at the next Friends of Stalin Society 'Show Your Bottom' competition."

Luciferella sighed. "Fifty years, ye say?"

"Trust me, I have a sister who moonlights as an Impotence Demon, sort of the pariah of the family. I'll send her around to his flat. You'll soon be calling him young master Floppy."

"Mebbe 'at nin was reit. Feckin' seemed sae much easier in th' auld days."

"What? And come down with the bubonic plague again? Give me modern medicine any day. Anyway, that is what grumpy old people always say, my lady. Let me call Beelzebubbie and Molocha down for you. A little crack-cocaine off their breasts, an all-week orgy of strap-ons and fisting, and you'll soon forget all about your silly little Dick."

"Och!" sighed Luciferella. "Och and aye."



Lucifer's Angel



Chapter one

She stood there gazing at the waters. The sea calm the waves rich and the beauty of it mesmerizing. Sabrina hunter was a rare beauty, jet black long wavy hair, wide grey eyes, lips made for kissing and a body to make men weep. 

Hey eyes filled with tears as she remembered the events of the past 24 hrs. For the day before her father, had passed away leaving her alone. She had no relatives, no friends just her devoted servants. For her father had brought her to this remote island when she was a mere 16 yr old girl and for the past 5 yrs she had been living here. Tutored by her father, in all arts and studies. He had seen her as a son and a daughter.

Thoughts running through her mind, should she leave this island and go into the society which she has long been deprived of, or her must yearning desire to sail the seas. Only a dream which she wished for. For no one would take a lady sailing. No one.

Lucas Kingston. Known as Lucifer the seas most feared pirate stood proudly upon the deck of the black devil watching his fellow pirates work the deck. The sea was clam today and the men were cheering and singing happily. For he knew their reason to cheer was that they had learned of an island, whose inhabitants were a few folks and the owner had much wealth. They intended to raid it!

Lucifer only raided the rich, they had much wealth to spare and he rarely took lives unless it was a matter of life and death.

He was not born a pirate he knew, but a bastard son of a noblewoman. She had sent him away with a pirate upon birth, for he was shame to her family. He was raised on the decks and docks of many ships and countries. At the age of 32 Lucifer reigned the sea it was his. He never wed and never brought a lass onboard. He was famous with the ladies and he was taught well and instructed by many females on the act of love making. He was extremely handsome, dark skin and dark brown long hair, blue eyes the color of the sea and stood tall, he was indeed a majestic specimen of the male race.

Chapter two

Dinner was served in such silence it tugged at Sabrina's heart. Clutching a sword in her hand a tear slipped down her cheek, she missed him so much, he was all she had, and she could barely eat or think. 

"Father." she whispered, bowing her head.

Maggie the maid stood in the corner watching her mistress in pain and sorrow, wishing she could help her but knew nothing could be done. What was to become of her beautiful mistress was she to live the rest of her life here in solitude not knowing the world or love? 

Silently Sabrina rose; "I'm not hungry Maggie, I shall retire to my bedchamber for the night. You may take your leave."

Once inside her bedchamber Sabrina undressed and stood naked before her mirror, eyeing her beautiful form, a temptress body indeed she had. Yet the soul of a lad. She wished she was a boy; at least she could sail and leave.

Turning her back on that dream she slipped into a white sheer nightgown and slipped into her bed. Closing her eyes, wishing sleep would overcome her.

It was before dawn, the fade light beyond the horizon shone dimly in the distant. She could not sleep. Knowing no one would be awake, she clutched her father's sword and left her chamber, a walk by the shore would do her well she thought.

The slight morning air was a little chilly yet not cold enough to send her back to the house, she stood there watching the sea, the waves, the beauty, memories began to take over her mind and she drifted into them.

Chapter three

They had docked the ship in an unnoticed clove by the islands side, and walked to their destination. Waiting in the bushes, his men asleep waiting the rise of dawn to shine so they could see their way on the island. But Lucifer could not sleep he sat on a cliff overlooking the vast shore. Then he saw a figure, a lady with long hair wearing white as if a goddess had descended from the heavens and was walking on the shore. He noticed something glitter in her hand, and wondered what could it be, then she stood by the shore the breeze flowing through her hair her body still as a statue gazing at the sea.

Slowly he snuck down wanting to get a closer look at this lady, who was she? What was she doing here? He hid behind a nearby rock and noticed what she held seemed to be a sword. Slowly he approached her from the back not making a sound. He left his hand covering her mouth to diminish any scream she might have set.

She felt a sudden impact, a gag dragged from her thoughts she was gagged a hand about her she could not scream. Her eyes widened in shock and her body shook like a leaf. As she collected her wits, she struggled against the hands. Then she heard a whisper in her ear.

"Be still wench I do not wish to harm u. I shall only have you, tis has been months since I had me a fine wench."

Her heart thumping with fear, her only reaction was to bite down on the hand that gagged her mouth. Her shoulder hitting back until it rammed into his ribs, she was free, she turned to face him armed with her sword.

The bite and jolt were unexpected; he winced in pain and readied himself for her to run. But she turned hey eyes wide and grey her face beautiful as a goddess a vixen an angel. A fierce courageous wench clutching a sword in her hand as if her life depended on it. 

Then she spoke, "Who are you? What brings you to this island? speak man or I shall kill you."

He laughed.

The nerve of her he thought, then he said, "dear wench I am not here for you but for the wealth of the owner of this island. You my sweetness shall be my desert after I feast."

Without thinking she lurched forward, the sword striking metal for he was fast and had drawn his sword. She would not relent, this was her island and no one was going to intrude better yet steal her father's wealth.

She fought well he thought if he had not been careful for she would have killed him her draw was slow, but yet not as good as her skill she was indeed good.

"Kill me wench? No my dear wench I shall kill you from the pleasures I shall inflict upon your delicious body after you have stopped this childlike fight."

"Never!" she hissed, and attacked again, this time her nightgown caught between her thighs sending her off balance, before she could regain her stand he had managed to hit the sword out of the hand by striking her wrist with his hand, grabbing her body with his sending her onto the sand below him and he covered her with his body.

Chapter three

She tried to fight with her free fist yet he caught her wrists and held them above her head with one hand, while with the other he held her face. His legs imprisoning hers avoiding any damage she may cause.

"Dear lord she was soft!" He thought, he rose a little looking down at her nightgown her skin visible beneath, the pink tips of her breasts heaving beneath it. He felt his loins begin to tense, his arousal getting harder. He was intoxicated.

"Seize your fighting wench! You cannot get free. Let me have you and I shall spare you the obligation of tending to my men too."

She felt it. Pressing against her lower belly was his hard arousal; her father had explained these things to her. This man really wanted to take her.

"No!: She yelled. "no! Leave me be you barbarian you scum."

"Hush." he said, "Hush!" Dropping his lips to hers he caught them lightly, but then a sharp sting. 

She had bit him, the wench. He drew back in pain and winced.

"You shall pay dearly for that wench."

And with that he shouted, "Armand!"

"You deserve more that a mere bite you scum, you deserve death!" she spat back at him.

Armand one of his most devoted pirates of many many years came running from behind the cliffs. 

"Yes Lucifer?"

"Fetch a rope, a gag and a blanket and come back as fast as possible."

Armand saw the wench lying below Lucifer and knew what he needed to do and ran like the devil.

Bound, gagged and wrapped in the blanked Sabrina was watching as all the men gathered by the shore. She counted 20 of them, pirates she thought. Oh dear pirates! They would raid the house and kill everyone; no she could not let that happen. They wanted wealth and they needed the master. She chuckled; Lucifer seemed to be their leader and their captain. He was in for a surprise. She would bargain with him to spare her servants lives. Tis was all she could do.

"Captain may we have the wench?"

"Nay she is not to be touched. She will be mine. As for now she will lead us to the house and to its master. Tis good I stumbled upon her she will help us enter the house undetected."

With that he looked at her, those blue eyes penetrating her soul he said:

"Isn't that so wench? You will lead us to the house or you will be desert for my merry men."

She nodded. 

He hauled her to her feet, and held a knife to her back. "Lead us wench. Tis time."

Sabrina walked in silence, leading them along the passage way to the house then into the kitchen, she knew Maggie would be there, awake. For the male workers slept in the barns and it was not yet time for them to be in the house.

Maggie turned to see who walked into the kitchen and saw her. "Mistress!" she screamed. Only to be grabbed by one of the men and bound.

"Mistress?" Lucifer thought.

He walked in pass Sabrina, shoving her into Armand's grasp and stood before Maggie.

"Where is the master of the house? You shall lead us to his bedchamber at once, or you shall die along with her."

Maggie's voice barely heard said; "there is no master, for the only master is the one you have bound behind you."

"Don't jest with me lady, I shall not hesitate to slice your throat."

"I jest not sir, for that is lady Sabrina the masters daughter, he passed away 2 days ago and she is the only heir."

Chapter four

He swung around to eye Sabrina, his eyes filled with anger.

"You wench are very clever. Ripping the gag from the mouth hurting her, you have just made my day more interesting."

"Why you scoundrel, you lowlife thief, you brute and scum!" She spat out with anger and hatred.

"My! Such language from a mistress, and a noble woman." Lucifer reached forward and grabbed her hair yanking her forward against his hard body. 

"You shall tell me where your wealth lays or I shall slit every humans throat on this island. Do you hear me woman?"

Fearing for the lives of her servants, her friends, her only remaining existence she whimpered. "yes."

"Then it is settled! I shall not harm anyone, except for the ladies for my men are craving women and I cannot guarantee their safety, unless you will be willing to satisfy me." he whispered the last words in the ear.

Without giving her time to speak he turned her around harshly and swatted her bottom, "now milady if you may the wealth."

In his mind Lucifer laughed, for his men had never touched a lady and he knew they wouldn't, but his mind was set on this fine lass he wanted her, the heat inside her, he wanted to feel that heat wrapped around him her fire, her strength. All would crumble, for he had other plans for the dear mistress of the house.

She led them into her father's study; five men accompanied them while the rest surrounded the house and checked the rooms. She asked for a drawer to be open revealing a key she walked towards what seemed to be a large bookstand.

"Move the grey book aside behind it u will find a key hole, open the lock and fetch what u wish and leave."

Armand opened the door which led to a dark passage lit by torches. He led the men below leaving Lucifer with the mistress.

She stood there watching them walk in, into her father's life into his wealth into her destruction. 

A tear slipped down her cheek and she whispered, "Sorry father."

He knew she said something but what it was not clear to him, then he saw it the tear drop rolling down her cheek. He moved in closer to her and stood before her, raising her chin with his hand he said; 

"A tear? Why my dear? I am merely lessening your fortune. I shall leave you some to live with and I am sure you have much more hidden away somewhere."

"Don't touch me you scum!" She said. 

"Move away! Go you have taken all now leave." 

Slowly backing away her hands still in restraint, she felt the table nudge at her back. She was trapped.

"Dear I did come for the wealth. But it is you I also desire. And I shall have you tonight, tomorrow and many many more days to come."

Sabrina gasped. "Nay!"

"Yes my sweet yes." he said.

With that he hauled her upon his shoulder, screaming and fighting she was a feisty wench he thought.

Maggie saw him carrying her above his shoulder she was kicking and screaming. Trying to save her mistress she was pushed back by one of the pirates. 

"Stay back miss or your fate will not be better than hers."

"Mistress." she whispered.

She struggled, she fought, she kicked and she did all she could. He was built like a rock. His muscled back strong beneath her hands and his hands binding her legs were hard as iron. Where was he taking her? What was to become of her? He mentioned having her, taking her. Was he to sail with her on his ship as his captive? His whore?

The idea of sailing the seas was her dream but not like this. Not as a captive. Tears began to run down her cheeks as he carried her towards his ship.

Chapter five

She was dumped on a soft bed in a lovely chamber. Artifacts and gold hung all around. 

Glaring up at him she said, "you shall never have me willingly! Never!"

"my dear wench, here you shall stay, bound and half dressed, no food, no fresh air, until you accept your fate." and with that Lucifer turned and walked out of the bedchamber.

As he strode upon the deck, his men began to hail his name. 

"Long live our captain!" 

"and may god help him with that wench" was the final praise as they all burst into laughter.

He smiled and knew his men's spirits were high from the easy victory. 

"Men I'm glad this day passed so well, no blood was shed, no harm was done. And tonight we shall all celebrate, you with your ale and I with my hellcat below."

Cheers and laughter filled the air.

"Let's sail on, to our home men." was his last words.

Home! a cave deep within an island, a place where they had come to call home, Some of the men had their wives and children living there a beautiful spot hidden away from the world and the people that sought them out. He however, owned a castle at the top of this cave; he had bought the whole island in pretence that he was a nobleman. For no one knew that he was the infamous Lucifer. 

Shaking his head at the thought he remembered the wild cat he had locked up below in his cabin and smiled, for he would surely tame her. 

Turning from his men he waved farewell and descended to his cabin.

She was muttering words not befitting a lady. Struggling to get herself free of her bounds only made her ache and cry more. God! She hated the man. She felt helpless and weak. Then she heard the latch and the door swung open. He stood there. He was tall, handsome, and so wonderfully built. His broad shoulders wide, his features of a God! He was amazing. And she was his captive!

Lying on his bed was a vision no man could believe. Her beauty filled the room and her eyes wide with hate. "Hello my little wildcat" he said. He strode in casually and locked the door behind him. Approaching the bed he looked at her there helpless and all his. A wide grin filled his face, a panther look. 

"My! My! You are a sight for sore eyes, have you come to terms with your situation yet?" he asked.

She was speechless. His voice was swimming around her, filling her senses. Why couldn't she answer him? What was happening to her? She continued to stare at him, watching him approach the bed.

His heart was beating like a thousand drums, his hand stretching out to caress her cheek. She was so soft beneath his fingers, so fine, so delicate and his. 

"Let me tame you, let me love you, let me teach you." was all he said.

He leaned forward sat on the bed beside her, pulled her in gently and took her lips. His hand at the nape of her neck caressing gently, he pulled back and whispered, "Sabrina, open your mouth for me."

Sabrina's eye wide with shock, her senses fluttering around like a million butterflies, new sensations shooting through her. She was spinning she was mesmerized she could not stop, she could only obey. She parted her lips and felt him there again. His lips teasing her, his scent rich and fulfilling, his tongue probed her mouth teasing her own. She was shocked tried to pull back yet he held her still tasting her tongue and teasing.

Chapter Six

He heard her faint moan, he knew he had won her over for the moment. His other hand stroked her neck slowly descending to her breast, lightly touching it. His body went up in flames as he felt her nipple peak under his caress. He let out a deep moan, and she arched beneath his touch. 

"Sabrina, can I untie you? Will you let me love your body? Will you let me take you?" he said as he pulled back and looked into her wide eyes filled with not terror but wanting.

A brief nod was all she could manage, she wanted to feel his skin, her body was reacting to all the new feelings and she wanted more. She wanted to run her lips against his chest, to caress his smooth bronzed skin. She was someone else.

Like magic she was unbound, and laying beneath him. He did it so fast he could not remember how. She was soft, she was delicate and she wanted him. He could see it in her eyes. His lips returning to hers, as his hand caressed her gently he shifted lightly to sleep beside her, his hand caressing her breast feeling the beautiful peak through her light nightgown ,pushing the gown down he dropped his lips to suck lightly on one tip as his hand slowly slid down to lift her gown. He caressed her thigh gently stroking her skin then he reached there, he could feel the heat vibrating from her. She was amazing. 

He cupped her mound gently caressing her above her panties, she was wet he thought. She was so wet. He trembled and let out a deep groan. This was not what he had expected.

She arched instctinvely as his lips touched her nipple, and she let out a moan as his hand cupped her mound. She could feel his fingers caressing her wet panties against her folds. A strong urge to scream shot through her, not of pain but of pleasure. She grabbed his head and wound her hands in his hair as he kissed and sucked on her bare nipples. She could feel his groin hard and heated against her side. 

She whispered "please, stop."

"No my dear, we have just begun." 

lifting his face to hers and as he did that his hand slid beneath her panties, stroking her wet folds and bud. She arched fiercely and let out a light scream. Her head thrashing aside, her eyes wide with savage desire. He smiled and took her lips once more as his finger probed her, thrusting into her, stroking making her wetter. As he felt her first release and her moan against his lips he pulled back looking into her eyes. 

"I think we don't need our clothes anymore Sabrina". 

With that he sat back, watching her, taking off his clothes throwing them around the cabin.

Lord, he was about to explode, he thought. She was responsive; she was a hellcat in his bed. She was savage. Deep in her he knew slept that desire and he wanted to have it all. To own it.

Then he reached for her slipping her gown higher taking it off and throwing it aside, slipping his hands against her bare skin her lips lower reaching her panties, his eyes feasting as he slid them lower taking them off too. 

"You are beautiful, my little angel." he said.

Sabrina, was panting, she couldn't think all the new feelings, the heat between her legs, the want filling her, clouding her mind. She was supposed to stop this yet she did not have the power too. She wanted to touch this man to stroke him as he stroked her, then she felt it, his lips kissing her tummy, her navel then lower to that aching heat she closed her eyes and moaned deeply. 




Lucifer's Angel



Sometimes I wonder what goes through many people's heads before they do some of the shit they do. Not that I mind, I'm just puzzled at times. Seriously. The name is Baal and I'll be your friendly neighborhood Devil for the day. My Avatar's name is Calhoun Baxter. You can call me The Hell Hound. Today, in the eyes of the world, I am a six-foot-one, lean and athletic young Black man with medium brown skin, sharp features and a smooth shaved head. I found my Avatar wearing a stylish business suit as he walked to work and tried to dodge the "Occupy Wall Street" mobs but that wasn't really my style so I changed his attire magically. Urban is more my style.

Clad in my customary Black leather jacket over a red silk shirt, Black silk pants and Black leather boots, I stride through every City and Town known to man. My mortal Avatar grew up in the City of Hartford, Connecticut, and holds an MBA from Northeastern University. I travel a lot. I possessed this Avatar a while ago, and I periodically return to it whenever it suits me. My host usually remembers nothing, and I only steal him for a few hours at a time. Then I return him to the same spot where I 'jumped' into him. Must be confusing as hell for the poor bastard but what do I care? I've got a job to do and The Boss doesn't accept failure.

I get a lot of stares as I walk through Manhattan. It's my mortal guise, one of many I use to walk about the world of man. I have many Avatars. Men and women, Black and White, Asian, Arabic and Hispanic, and every ethnicity you can think of. This tall, slim young 'brother' is my favorite because of his mindset. He's got the mind of a cold killer, even though he's learned to subdue it. He's a highly paid Corporate Shark. I think one of these days, I may very well come up to claim this Avatar for The Boss but for now, it's my vessel. The Boss sends me on many jobs because some of the Others have been screwing up a lot lately. I love my job and I do it happily. The dilemma faced by most people in this world, and other worlds, is that they don't like their station in this life. Everyone wants more. Well, I do too but I'm happy to be myself. And I love what I do. 

Ladies and gentlemen, I work everywhere. From Melbourne to Los Angeles. From New Delhi to Dubai. From Cap-Haitien to Montego Bay. From Shanghai to Kyoto. From Amsterdam to Marseille. From Johannesburg to Boston. From Istanbul to Havana. You name the place, and I've definitely been there. I've seen all of the world's best places. Ah, the wonders of Teleportation. A wonderful power which The Boss has so charitably bestowed upon me. All so I can catch the Bozos ( my personal nickname for the Escapees) more efficiently. My elusive prey come from all over, and when they escape The Big House, they tend to return to their old digs. Not a smart move, I know. However, nobody ever said the Denizens of Hell were the smartest cookies on the planet. They're just the meanest. Still, I like certain places more than others. Like New York City. Due to its size, diversity and propensity for wickedness, I do a lot of business down here.

As I walk through the streets of New York City, I stalk the Escapees. October 11, 1985. Twenty-year-old Janine Monroe shot her boyfriend Trevor Watkins four times after catching him in bed with another man. That other man was none other than her cousin Henry Monroe. And then she turned the gun on herself. All this took place in the dormitories of John Jay College of Criminal Justice in New York City. Fast forward twenty six years, and Janine Monroe is now walking the streets of New York City. She's stalking closeted gay and bisexual men who don't disclose to their girlfriends or wives the truth of their sexual orientation. Thus, she shot Marcus Wilson, a prominent African-American lawyer who deceives his lovely Jamaican wife Natalie Johnson with her good friend Nestor Chavez on a weekly basis. This woman has declared herself the Avenger of Women Whose Lives Have Been Destroyed by Secretly Queer Men.

The City of New York is on high alert as the New York Police Department search for this troubled, gun-toting young woman who's a dead ringer for a gal who died a generation before. The police sketch artists have released a portrait of her and plastered it over wall, and in the front page of every newspaper in the City That Never Sleeps. This case has baffled the police from the start. Not that it takes much to baffle New York's finest. They simply haven't been at their best lately. They're so much better and smarter on the now defunct series Law & Order. I do miss that show. Jack McCoy was my favorite character. I liked his old-fashioned suits. Anyhow, they thought the Janine Monroe look-alike was a copycat killer since she simply couldn't be the one committing these crimes. For starters, she was dead and buried. Her bones lie at the bottom of a grave near Brooklyn, where she grew up. The massive manhunt was still underway. 

The Gay Community of New York City has often been under attack by bigots, often heavily armed ones. As a result, they're really good at motivating the powers that be when one of their own is in danger. The police were looking for the newly resurrected Janine Monroe, and it was only a matter of time before they caught her. Now, this I couldn't allow. The Boss has been explicit in his orders. The lady must return to the Big House, otherwise it's my smooth brown ass that's on the line. She cannot fall into the hands of mortal men and women. The humans simply cannot be allowed to have incontrovertible proof that there is life after death. The Old Guy in the Sky and The Boss have an agreement. The White Hats and the Red Hoods don't fight each other above or below. We fight each other through our favorite puppets, mortal men and mortal women. 

Like I said, I was tracking the Target through New York City. And she cut a bloody swath through the busiest City on the planet Earth. I found her in Central Park, of all places. I walked up to her. There she was, sitting on a park bench. Still lovely as ever. Clad in a White blouse, short Black dress and high heels. In her hand she clutched the gun. Two hours ago she shot Kenneth Albright, a wealthy Irish-American businessman. He's supposedly happily married to Annabelle Chong, a beautiful Asian woman. They had a son together, little Adam. Unbeknownst to his family and business associates is the fact that he sleeps with men. Young minority guys from the Hispanic and Black communities. He caught AIDS that way and passed it onto his wife. She only found out recently. Using her supernaturally augmented keenness of mind, Janine Monroe tracked Kenneth back and shot him. Six bullets. 

I stood before her, and sighed. She sat there, and instead of the vengeful woman I had been expecting, I saw a very vulnerable woman. She sat there in tears. I cleared my throat. Janine Monroe looked at me and I looked at her. One look at me she knew who and what I was. Lucifer's Angel. The Hound of Hell. She knew why I was there. I asked her how she was. No need for this to be unpleasant. I'm a Gentleman Devil, after all. Janine Monroe looked at me with tear-filled eyes, then described her day to me. She told me that she truly enjoyed herself today, her first day on the planet Earth since she went to Hell twenty six years ago. Janine Monroe went to the movies, and also visited her old school, John Jay College. Going to the movies, dining in restaurants, visiting her alma mater and also walking through the town's beautiful libraries. She did all that. Too bad she slaughtered several men across the City while doing all those things. She hadn't been too discrete either. Even without using my vast powers, I was able to find her.

As I stood before her and listened to her spiel, I could hear the police sirens in the distance. They were coming toward Central Park. Coming for her. I looked at her and she gave me a resigned look. She told me those gay and bisexual bastards who deceived their women and hid their true sexual preferences deserved to die for destroying the lives of women who put their trust in them. I nodded somberly. Revenge is a sentiment I understand all too well. I am a Devil after all. Just not the Chief One. Someday I could be. I held out my hand, and Janine Monroe took it. We vanished in a great ball of flame just as several policemen and policewomen began surrounding the park bench where we'd been having our little chat. 

Three days later...I stand in the City of Johannesburg, South Africa. A stocky old guy with red hair, alabaster skin and green eyes grins at me in a most feral way. His name is Franklin Hauser, and he was a particularly brutal son of a bitch under the Apartheid Regime in South Africa in the 1970s and 1980s. He boasted of killing at least thirty Zulu activists before dying of cancer at the age of sixty six. Now, on the anniversary of his death, he escaped from the Big House Down Below. And he came back to South Africa, stunned at how much it had changed. And he was up to his old tricks, hunting down African men and women simply for being different from him. I smiled at him as he begged me not to take him to Hell. He claimed to be doing God's work. 

That's it. I've had enough of his bigoted nonsense. Down in Hell, we don't discriminate. We hate everyone equally. It's high time Hauser learned that. I reached for him, but before I took him...I shifted. I allowed my features to morph from the visage of the tall, twenty-something Caucasian male whose body I possessed, to that of my previous Avatar. The young Black businessman from New England. A look of astonishment and hatred filled Hauser. He shrank from me, so frightened was he by the fact that the Devil who came to drag him back to Hell wore an African's features. With a simple touch, I sent him to his final destination. I could still hear his screams ass he fell into a lake of fire. This time, there would be no escape. Smiling, I continued walking through Johannesburg. In my melanin-rich new Avatar, the place truly felt like home. I rubbed my hands together. All in a day's work.



Lucifer's Angel Falls in Love



The Angel stood under the rain, and as the storm swept through the vastness of the valley, he pondered his next course of action. In those rare times when he allowed himself to be seen by mortal men and women, he favored the appearance of a six-foot-tall, good-looking, light-skinned Black man in his early twenties. A long time ago, during his first assignment on the planet Earth, abode of God's man and woman, he looked after a people who closely resembled the ordinary young man he pretended to be. The ancestors of Arabs and sub-Saharan Africans did mingle a lot in those early days, in that beautiful desert world. Sometimes, he shuddered to think that it had literally been thousands of years since he left Home.

Home, he mused. According to the mortals, home was where the heart was. He scanned the world beyond the flooded valley, and his gaze focused on one particular dwelling. A beautiful house in the suburb of Gosford, in the New South Wales region of Commonwealth of Australia. A chubby, dark-skinned man sat a table with his wife, a slender blonde woman and their two caramel-skinned daughters. The father and head of household, an Aboriginal Australian man, led the family in saying Grace. Afterwards, they happily died on the tasty dishes which the wife and mother, a lovely European woman, made for the family. In the hearth, a warm fire burned. It wasn't cold outside, the Angel knew, but something about gathering near a cozy fire appealed to humans. Even in the twenty-first century they still retained the instincts of their primitive ancestors. The need to belong, to feel welcome and to gather with family and friends was one of them. They seemed really happy, and during that moment, the Angel allowed himself to feel a slight twinge of envy.

An Angel's existence was one of solitude. Even though Angels were never truly alone. They were extensions of God's Will. All of them. Even the Fallen Ones. The Angel shuddered, and it wasn't from the cold. He wished he hadn't used that word, fallen. Among his kind it held so many negative connotations. It brought back so many painful memories. Folding his magnificent white wings closer, he picked up a small rock and tossed it. It flew for about a hundred feet before falling. Falling indeed. Why did everything that rose eventually fell? He thought of his brothers and sisters. The beautiful, winged sons and winged daughters of the Almighty. First among His creations. The Lord made them beautiful, powerful and immortal. He gave them the entire Universe to look after. And all He asked in return was their love and obedience. And yet, some of them couldn't give the Old Man even that. 

The Angel didn't want to think about the War, and how his brothers and sisters slaughtered one another in heavenly battlefields. He preferred to think of before. Back when everything was alright. He basked in His Father's eternal love, and didn't lack for anything. It was a wonderful time. So much better than now. For his present wasn't something he cared to dwell on. Once one of the most loyal and devoted Princes of Heaven, he now numbered among the Forsaken. The Forsaken were even worse than the Fallen in the eyes of the Lord. The Forsaken came to Earth and taught forbidden knowledge to early man and his mate. For that, the Lord punished them. 

The Angel allowed his gaze to sweep the earth, and he looked at another scene unfolding in the City of Johannesburg, South Africa. A dark-skinned young woman, her sharp-featured, dark-eyed Asian lover and his dog played near the statue of one of the European founders of Africa's most technologically advanced country. They seemed perfectly content to be with one another. The Angel smiled. So much bloodshed had occurred on this country's soil. Now, the sons and daughters of the indigenous African population were at peace with the descendants of European settlers. The nation was ruled by an African leader of great wisdom and power. There was hope for this country yet. The Angel looked a little further, to another land where division and marginalization threatened the fabric of a floundering yet fascinating society. 

The Arabs and the Jews were still at each other's throat, unaware that in the eyes of the Lord, both were wrong. The Angel wished he could tell them to cast aside their differences and unite. He wished he could tell them that both the Torah and the Koran held equal worth in the Lord's eyes, that the Father looked into the hearts of men and women rather than their nationality or religion when judging them. Would they listen? Of course not. A long time ago, he came down from heaven with his brothers and sisters. And he tried to help the mortals. His crime was compassion. For that, he was banished. Flung from the Gate of Heaven for trying to do good. How the Dark One must have laughed in the Pit. When he rebelled, hate and anger filled his heart. And he loathed humans for stealing God's love for the Angels. The Dark Angels hatred of humans was everlasting...and remorseless. Yet the Forsaken refused to join the Fallen. Rather, they chose to dwell among humans. Constantly trying to atone for their sins but knowing that the Lord would never forgive them. The price of disobedience was steep among immortals. The Angel took his gaze from Jerusalem, and returned to the cold, flooded valley where he stood.

There were times when he seriously thought about ending his existence. Of course, like all Angels, he was immortal. God gave man and woman autonomy over the planet Earth, as well as their own minds and bodies. Even the most powerful of all Dark Angels did not have autonomy over his or her own life. Humans could choose to end it all. Angels couldn't kill themselves. God used some unknown, indestructible material when He made them. They simply couldn't die. That was the sad truth about an Angel's life. It simply couldn't end. Also, Angels didn't have names. Not even the most powerful of Angels had names. Humans assigned them names like Michael, Gabriel, Lucifer and Raphael. Angels never named themselves, and God didn't name them.

The Angel thought of the last mortal he revealed himself to. Quite accidentally, as it were. He'd been hovering inside the public library in downtown Boston, Massachusetts. It was the busiest place in the City. Ever since time immemorial, the Angel loved libraries. He recalled nearly weeping when the Romans burned the Egyptian library at Alexandria so long ago. For he was the Angel who originally taught humans the art of writing. Cuneiform was his brainchild. All other forms of writing were derived from that ancient African writing. The humans had evolved countless written languages since then. He was forever proud of having taught them the basics. He sat at a table in the library, reading a copy of the novel Evolution by Stephen Baxter. It was his favorite book of all time. That human author was simply inspired. The Angel had seen life evolve on the planet Earth, from a single-celled organism to the slimy creatures from the ocean which became the progenitors of dinosaurs, birds, mammals, reptiles and insects. That a human author managed to really captivate the essence of Creation Itself through his writing was something wonderful indeed.

The Angel sat there, and in a rare moment, felt like letting himself be seen. And so he was seen. As a tall, good-looking, light-skinned young Black man with pale green eyes and long, neatly braided Black hair. Clad in a white silk shirt, dark gray tie and Black silk pants. His sudden appearance caught the eye of a tall, blonde-haired young woman. Somehow, she sensed there was something out of the ordinary with this particular young man. Her name was Nina Beauchamp and she was a civil engineering student at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology in Boston. Nina hailed from the City of Ottawa, Ontario. She recently transferred to M.I.T. from Carleton University. When she asked him his name, he asked her to guess. For some reason, she settled on Adam. He liked it, and thus, for her, he became Adam Valley. For his favorite dwelling was the cold, flooded valley where he spent most of his days. And he had actually been a friend of Adam, the first man. For hours, they sat at the library. Nina was a genius, a gal who had published novels at a very young age. At the age of twenty, she was in the doctorates program. Yet she was amazed by Adam Valley's knowledge of...everything. As an Angel, he possessed perfect memory. Also, he spoke every language. And not just human languages. He could communicate with plants, animals and insects as well as forces of nature such as volcanoes and storms.

Adam was fascinated by Nina. She spoke French, English, Italian, Portuguese, Mandarin Chinese and even Haitian Creole which she learned from some Haitian friends in the City of Montreal, Quebec. For hours they spoke, and he found himself smitten with her. She wanted to know which school he went to. How could he tell her that he didn't go to school but had invented much of academia itself? Nevertheless, he agreed to meet her again at the library the next day. That afternoon, they walked through Boston together. They had coffee at Starbucks and dined at Au Bon Pain. They ran together through Boston Commons. Through his new friendship with Nina, a mortal woman, the ageless immortal had an inkling of what it meant to be alive. A profound change occurred in Adam. He began to actually look forward to seeing Nina on a weekly basis. And always she pressed him for more details about his life. Was he married? Did he have a girlfriend? Did he go to school? Where did he live? A profound dilemma for Earth's friendliest immortal.

The Angel began creating a life for himself. With his powers, it was easy. He accessed the computer systems of those in power, and he created an identity for himself. He became Adam James Valley. He gained a birth certificate, a social security number, and a driver's licence. He was the son of Jacob Valley and Janine Smith Valley, both of whom were conveniently deceased and purely fictional. Using his powers to cover his tracks, he added a masterful stroke to the entire deception by enrolling at Suffolk University as a Law student. Overnight he became a sensation at the school, wowing them with his knowledge. He didn't enjoy showing off what came natural to him in front of mortals. All he wanted was to please Nina. Her friendship mattered to him. For her, he would do anything. And thus, after eons living upon the earth, he sealed his doom but began to truly live.

Nina introduced him to her friends at M.I.T. These sons and daughters of America's social elite found him nothing short of spectacular. He loathed to attract attention to himself but Nina was enthralled by him and enjoyed showing him off. Thus, he met professors and students at Harvard University as well. No matter the discipline, from philosophy to western literature, from linguistics to bio-medical research, from civil engineering to law, he was the undisputed master. At the insistence of Nina's close friend Martine, he took an IQ test. And the tester nearly had a heart attack. Actually, the tester, a stocky little Asian man, did have a heart attack. Adam used Angelic magic to heal him from the brink of death. For this, he was hailed as a hero. His picture somehow ended up in the Boston Globe. Much to his distress. However uncomfortable all this made him, he endured it. The life of a Forsaken was one of discretion but the look of adoration in Nina's eyes mattered more to him than incurring the Wrath of Heaven.

One day, his relationship with Nina...changed. They were hanging out at her residence in the M.I.T. dormitories, watching the movie Hancock when she suddenly kissed him. And he kissed her back. That night, they made love. Passionately. It was his first time. Truth be told, he'd never even entertained the thought of having a sexual or romantic relationship with a woman. He knew in his heart of hearts that the winged sons and winged daughters of the Lord were never meant to be with mortal men and mortal women. Well, what could he do? What could he say, really? He'd fallen in love with her without realizing it. And she had fallen in love with him. Suddenly, the Angel knew fear. Not fear of death, for he knew he would live until the universe collapsed and died. When the sun expanded to burn away planet Earth and much of the solar system, he would live. When the stars themselves burned out and went cold, he would live. He'd been alive before the Big Bang itself occurred. However, now he actually feared something. He feared losing...Nina.

How strange. Fascinating how this pale-skinned, blonde-haired and blue-eyed, frail-looking human female meant so much to one of the immortal sons of God. For her, he remained in human-like form longer and longer. He enjoyed being visible now. He had friends on the Suffolk University campus. He even teleported himself to Ottawa, Ontario, where Nina grew up and visited all those places she was always talking about. Carleton University. Parliament Hill. The Rideau Shopping Center. The Ontario French Language Society. If those places mattered to her, then they mattered to him. And he had actually begun thinking of himself as Adam Valley, Boston resident and Suffolk University student, Nina's boyfriend, rather than simply as The Angel. Holding Nina in his arms, walking hand in hand with her inside Copley Mall or on the Charles River Bridge, those were things he enjoyed immensely. He noticed other changes in himself as well.

As an Angel, he understood that everything eventually withered and died. As Adam Valley, he refused to accept it. When Nina's best friend Martine came to their apartment one night in tears over her father Antoine's prostate cancer, the Angel in him shrugged. But Adam Valley went to visit the man at Massachusetts General Hospital. Miraculously, the old man was healed. His prostate cancer vanished overnight. Adam Valley also healed various men and women at that hospital. And then he returned to Nina's bed, gently wrapped his arms around her sleeping form and listened to her heart beating until dawn came. Of course, miraculous recoveries weren't everyday events in the mortal world. Especially on a massive scale. The hospital garnered international media attention. Scores of reporters from far and near came to interview patients, doctors and staff. And they weren't the only ones who noticed this. His fellow Angels did too. The Faithful came for him, as did the Forsaken and the Dark Angels. What he was doing was unprecedented. He had to be stopped. That was the one thing all of these strange bedfellows agreed upon.

Which was why he stood in the cold, flooded valley right now. A valley which he flooded through sheer force of will. He wanted it wiped from his undying memory. The place he always came to when the world got to be too much. His fortress of solitude, if you will. He didn't need this place anymore. His place was beside Nina, the woman he loved. Once the valley was completely destroyed, Adam Valley returned to the apartment he shared with Nina Beauchamp. There, his darling girlfriend greeted him with news which actually took him by surprise. She was pregnant...with twins! Adam laughed so hard that across the City, numerous windows shattered. Nina didn't notice. Neither did he. That night, Adam Valley silently vowed to defend his lady and their unborn offspring, the world they had created together, with his undying breath. Let the Angels of Heaven, the Princes of Hell and his brothers and sisters among the Forsaken come. He'd show them what he was truly made of. At long last, he finally had something worth fighting for. Eternally.



Lucifer's Angel: Kicking Ass



Hey, guys. How are you? I'm not doing so good today. The name is Luc Saint-Mathieu, by the way. I thought I knew who I was. I was born in the City of Versailles, France, to Ben Saint-Mathieu, a Haitian-American father and Marie Lalonde, a French mother. I grew up in the Camargue region of France, where my mother relocated to after the divorce. I've never felt like I belonged anywhere, and it wasn't just because I was a brown brat in a very white world. I knew that something inside of me was different, I just didn't know what. I knew that my destiny lay outside of France. That's why I ended up at Northeastern University in the City of Boston, Massachusetts. What happened there would change me forever.

I came to Boston mainly because I wanted to explore life outside of France but also because I wanted to connect to my father, Benjamin Saint-Mathieu. Dad was born and raised in Massachusetts to Haitian immigrant parents. And until recently, I only saw him in pictures or spoke to him on the phone. Now, I'm getting to know him better. My father works as a sergeant for the Massachusetts State Police. He's not the douche bag my mother led me to believe he was. I won't dwell upon the sordid details of what happened between them since their split. They're my parents and I love them both. For now, I'm exploring life in the City of Boston. It's a world-class town which I'm honestly starting to love.

If only that was all I was doing. I've got a full-time gig other than being an international student at Northeastern University. And it involves, shall we say, certain unnatural elements. You see, there are Angels all around us. Good ones and bad ones. They're just like you and me morally. However, they're different from us in every other way. For starters, Angels are Immortal. They can never die. Part of being spirit, I guess. Also, they have vast powers. In an undersea cave off the coast of Cape Cod, I came across the only Angel which the Powers That Be trapped. Lucifer Morningstar. The Dark Archangel. The Devil. The Adversary of God. The Enemy of Man. The legendary Prince of Darkness ( sorry Oz). He lives inside of me. You see, all Angels need a Host. What is a Host? It's a human body chosen for the Angels to inhabit while on the planet Earth. Otherwise they're powerless. 

I thought I came across Lucifer's Essence in that underwater cave by accident but it turns out that my old mentor, Northeastern University professor Henderson Lawrence sent me there on purpose. Spelunking my ass. Professor Lawrence wasn't just some old white guy teaching at a world-class University. He was actually the Host of Baal, a particularly violent and destructive Angel and Lucifer's former minion. Something went wrong with Lawrence/Baal's plans. When an Angel takes over a human body, the Angel is in control and the human is basically trapped inside. In the case of a 'good' Angel, the Host will be released without permanent damage once the Angel's business on Earth is concluded. In the case of a 'bad' Angel, the human's body is enslaved. Dark Angels like walking around in human form. The 'good' Angels only acquire human bodies for missions on Earth and they promptly return to Heaven afterwards. It has been said that Dark Angels hold Dominion over the planet Earth so there are many of them walking around, looking like ordinary men and women.

Where was I? Oh, yeah. I was telling you about how something in me put a glitch in the Devil's plans. There is something in my blood which makes me a particularly difficult Host to possess. Hey, maybe I'm different from other people in ways that aren't obvious. My six-foot-one, 180-pound, caramel-skinned and hazel-eyed body is too hot for Satan. That has a nice ring to it, doesn't it? You see, instead of having Lucifer control my mind and body while the real me cowered in fright, the opposite happened. Lucifer is trapped inside of me. And I have access to his powers. Not all of them. I can do a lot of cool stuff, though. I can move objects with my mind, a power any geek worth his or her salt will recognize as Telekinesis. I can also walk through walls and any solid matter, really, by becoming Intangible. I can set things in fire with a thought or a mere glance, a power called Pyro-Kinesis. Also, like all Angels, I can't be shot, stabbed, burned, or poisoned. Once an Angel enters a person's body, that human being's body is Invulnerable for the duration of the Angel's presence inside him or her. All of these abilities manifested themselves within hours of Lucifer entering my mind and body. Sounds pretty cool, huh? Yeah. Try having a not-so dormant Lucifer wriggling around in your brain, tormenting you. The guy is sadistic and twisted like you would not believe. With an ego the size of Montana. And you thought you had issues! 

All of these issues are complicating my life. There are tens of thousands of Angels walking around the globe. Some of them want me to lead them to total domination of the planet. Others want to kill me. Like this supremely hot chick named Megan Haworth. You should see her, man. Five feet eleven inches tall, slim and fit, with long blonde hair and pale blue eyes. I've done my homework on her. Megan Haworth is a native of metropolitan Hartford, Connecticut. She is studying business administration at Harvard University, mere minutes from the Northeastern University campus. Oh, and she's got a Black Belt in Karate. We went out a few times. I thought she liked me but after two months, she stopped returning my calls. I guess I don't do it for her, huh? Whatever. Plenty of fish in the sea and all that. That's not what worries me, though. Megan Haworth has recently become the Host of the Archangel Michael. The Champion of Heaven. The Leader of God's Army. I'm worried. And even worse, deep inside of me, Lucifer Morningstar is close to hitting the panic button.

You see, the Archangel Michael is the only being in the Universe who can kick Lucifer's ass. And he's done it before. Thousands of years ago, Lucifer Morningstar and his Angels came to Earth after losing the War in Heaven. The Archangel Michael and his Army hunted them down and threw them down into Hell. Lucifer managed to narrowly escape capture. He sealed himself inside that underwater cave, having shed some of his Angelic might and muted down his Essence, thus cloaking himself from Heaven's Warriors and Hell's Minions. Yeah, it doesn't take a genius to figure out that Lucifer is scared of the Archangel Michael. The best warriors in Heaven's Army want to take Lucifer down to prevent him from unifying the Fallen Angels and bringing about the End of the World. And the best way to do that? Destroy Lucifer's Host Body and render him powerless. Um, that's not okay by me because I am Lucifer's Host Body! I'm not going down without a fight. 

So, here I am, on the run from the good guys and the bad guys. Oh, and they're led by Michael, an Angelic entity of absolute power housed in the body of my ex-girlfriend Megan. No big deal. Nothing a stud like me can't figure out a way to get around. Lucifer is bugging me to let him take over. He claims that with him in control, we stand a better chance of surviving. I am not giving in to him. Not a chance in hell. The last thing I want to do is let Lucifer walk free with him as the puppet master and my mind/body as his puppet. I am tired of him whining like a little bitch, though. Sometimes, I goad him while he howls at me. I remind him that he's scared of Michael, which he denies, while I'm not scared of the Archangel because I never met him. And I don't think anybody is invincible. If Michael comes and tries to take me down, I'm going to do what I've done in most of the fights I've gotten into in this lifetime. I'm going to kick his ass. You heard it here first. Wish me luck, ladies and gentlemen.



Lucifer's Angel: Lebanese Girl



The day started out ordinarily enough. He woke up, from that dreamless and deathlike sleep that only he knew. He rose from the bed, showered, got dressed and left. Walking through the busy streets of Ottawa, Ontario, he let his mind wander. As it often did, his mind went back to before. The so-called happier times of his old life, when he was a Prince instead of a Stray. Back when he had Family. Ah, the Family. Although he hated doing it, he wondered what they were doing this very moment. Going about their busy, happy little lives no doubt. He wondered if they still talked about him. The Rogue. The one who was born different. The betrayer. 

Whenever he thought of his Father, a pang of remorse coursed through him. How he loved the Old Man back then. The only thing he ever wanted was to do him proud. Of course, the Old Man had to go and spoil things. He gave all of His love to others. The hairy beasts among whom he walked. Even after thousands of years, the mere sight of them still bothered him. Not that he ever let it show. Seven thousand years of living among them gave him a bit of tolerance toward the breed. Visually, he looked exactly like them. The body in which he was housed belonged to a six-foot-three, lean and athletic young man with light brown skin, curly hair and hazel eyes. An Afro-Arabian man from the Desert. Sometimes he missed the Desert. How much more peaceful than this bustling Canadian metropolis the Desert seemed. Of course, the Canadian capital had its charms.

He went to the university, where he was just one student among many. Carleton University was one of the most racially diverse schools in Canada and attracted students from all over the world. Africans, Arabs, Asians, Hispanics, Aboriginals. They all made their way to Canada's Capital university. As he had, for what else did he have to do? In his time he'd been so many things. In what would one day be called Mesopotamia he was once a King. He ruled over hundreds of thousands of subjects. His word was law. He remembered those heady days. Of course, his Brothers and Sisters had to come from Above and destroyed everything he ever built. How he hated them for doing this. Seriously. It wasn't enough that he'd been cast out. They who had everything had to come down and take from him what little he was able to grab for himself. And they called him prideful. Wow. The nerve on them, really. Oh, well. 

Throughout history, he always followed his internal drive to excel, to distinguish himself above all others. When he lived in his Father's Kingdom, he was one of the best and brightest. Why should he be any less on earth? He told himself that while his Brothers and Sisters reigned in his Father's House, he would rule down below. And for many years, he did. How many names had he had. Gilgamesh. Hercules. King Solomon. That last one was a joke. He ruled the Hebrews, his Father's favorite people, and they called him the wisest man in human history. Such fools those mortals were, really. Ordinary men and women were easy to fool. And he couldn't stand them partly because of their foolishness. When would they ever learn?

As time went by, the mortals of various cultures became aware of a great, dark power moving about in the world. To the ancient Greeks, he was Hades, the Lord of the Underworld. To the Hebrews, he was Satan, the Lord of Darkness. To the Christians he was Lucifer, the Morning Star. To the Muslims he was Iblis, the evil one. Since the Fall, he'd been trapped here. He indulged every pleasure and torture known to man. With his shape-shifting powers, he could change his race, his gender and his very mindset at will. Shape-shifting was one of a few powers he retained after the Fall. Like all of the Fallen, he lost his Wings when he fell. His Brothers and Sisters who dwelled Above severed his Wings the moment they captured him and threw him down to this ball of mud. He couldn't fly. Not anymore. And no, he couldn't will his Wings to grow back. They had been severed by heavenly fire through the Will of the Almighty. Something not even he could undo...

Of course, when he felt like it, he assumed the form of a bird, usually a hawk or a crow, and soared in the heavens as he pleased. This form of flying was fun, but it paled in comparison to the sheer pleasure of flying through the air under his own power, a human-shaped immortal with Wings of the purest alabaster. How he hated those bastards and bitches Above for taking away his Wings. He never thought it would come to this, that this could happen to him. As he led his Army against the Legions of the Faithful, he never thought he could lose. For his loyal soldiers made up half of the entire Roster of Heaven. Once, he was the Leader of the Heavenly Host. The warrior par excellence. The Almighty's Favorite. With himself as supreme leader of the Renegades, how could they lose?

That's what he wondered even as his Brother Michael and his Sister Gabriel thrust their blades of fire into his chest and belly, burning through him. Ah, the intense agony. Even after thousands upon thousands of years, he remembered it. How could he forget? They defeated him through their treachery. All of Heaven knew that he could not be defeated in single combat. When his Brother Raphael fought him, he lost. He smiled as he remembered the stunned look on Raphael's face as he thrust his blade of fire into him, setting him ablaze. The wounded Archangel fell from Heaven, burning like a star. Michael and Gabriel had no desire to suffer Raphael's fate, so they attacked Lucifer together. Two against one. That was hardly fair. Such treachery. And they called him the ultimate traitor, the prince of lies, the father of mischief. They spun these wild stories about him and actually bought their own myths...

Of course, the mortals spun even wilder stories about him. In their legends, he was the Devil. Dwelling in a pit of fire deep below the earth, surrounded by demons, monsters and the souls of the damned. The place they mentioned in their myths and legends was so depressing and gloomy. Why on earth would he choose to dwell there? They never asked themselves that. They wouldn't want to live in a hole somewhere, surrounded by molten lava and who knows what else, yet they expected that of him? He was supposed to be supremely smart and wicked, yet pathetically dull-witted when it came to real estate choices? Not likely. He smiled to himself. They would never believe where he actually lived. In the quiet, affluent suburb of Barrhaven, one of the nicest areas in the City of Ottawa, Ontario.

As he made his way through the throngs of students on the busy main campus of Carleton University, something jerked him out of his reverie. A gentle tap on his shoulder. He turned, and gazed into the face of Nicole Suleiman. His, um, main squeeze. A short, slender young Arab woman with light bronze skin, curly Black hair and pale brown eyes. Nicole Suleiman came from the southern tier of Lebanon. She was a Maronite Christian, and a newcomer to Carleton University, where she studied business administration. She was also hopelessly in love with Carleton University Christian Students Association President Lucas Cyrus, the alter ego of one Lucifer Morningstar, the Devil Incarnate. 

After gazing at her thoughtfully, 'Lucas' smiled at Nicole, and shook her hand. The young woman beamed at him, and asked him how his weekend went. He smiled, shrugged and effortlessly spun a tale about bar-hopping in Toronto with his buddies. They had themselves a guy's night out which turned into a weekend. Even though he spent much of the weekend in the Middle East, fostering tensions between Sunni and Shiite Muslims, and also egging them on against the Christians and Jews. A Devil's work is never done, you know? But he wouldn't tell her that. He took her hand in his and gently kissed it. Nicole smiled brightly. Hand in hand, they made their way to the library. 



Lucifer's Angel: Tough Girl



At last, the family gathers. It's Sunday night in the City of Ajax, Ontario. I sit at the table, glaring at my relatives. Everybody's here. Uncle Arthur Menard sits next to his wife, Deirdre. He's a tall, bespectacled Black man in his early fifties. A scion of Ontario politics. Representing the town of Ajax in the Toronto City Councillors Office. In his spare time, he's an okay lawyer and a wonderful family man. My dear aunt Deirdre Winston Menard sits next to him, clad in her Sunday best. A modest red dress. Five-foot-eight and around one hundred and twenty pounds to her hubby's six-foot-five and 250-pounds, she's nevertheless an outspoken Black woman with a loud voice. To the outside world, she's a secretary with the Ontario Ministry of Corrections and a deaconess at Mount Zion Baptist Church in Southern Toronto. They're presiding over tonight's proceedings, specifically to decide my Fate.

My name is Caroline Menard. I was born and raised in the City of Atlanta, Georgia. My father Eric Menard is Haitian-American, and my mother Esther O'Connell is of Irish descent. Mom's originally from the City of Boston, Massachusetts. I lived with my family in metropolitan Atlanta, Georgia for most of my life. We were just a regular family. My father taught mathematics at Morehouse College. And my mother worked as a firefighter. Life was okay, I guess, until I turned fifteen. That's when everything went wrong. My parents died in a fiery plane crash. And I was taken in by my father's older brother, dear uncle Arthur Menard. They brought me to Canada with them. My parents death affected me more than you can imagine. I felt like I lost everything that mattered to me in this world. Not only that, but I found out there was a lot my parents had been hiding from me. Such as the truth of who and what they were. 

Apparently, my father's real name was Michael. He was a Fallen Archangel who walked away from Heaven to be with my mother, a mortal woman. Yeah, I know. It surprised the hell out of me too when I first heard it. According to my uncle, Angels fall all the time. They can be male or female, Black or White, pretty much anyone you can think of. They tend to be quite tall and attractive, that's one way to tell them apart from ordinary mortals. Even when they live on the planet Earth, they still possess certain special abilities such as superhuman strength and speed, shape-shifting, and the ability to heal quickly from injuries that would kill any human. Just like regular Angels in Heaven, Fallen Angels don't age like humans do. Unfortunately, all Angels who fall out of Heaven lose their True Immortality. Meaning that even though they're exceptionally tough, never grow old and can do all kinds of really cool stuff, they can still die if they suffer enough physical trauma. The fiery plane crashed killed my father alongside my mom. He paid the ultimate price for loving my mother and me, making him a hero to the Cause of the Fallen Angels. That so does not make me feel any better. If anything, that makes it even more tragic in my eyes. I live in a world where Angels can die, and even special people aren't immune to tragedy. It sucks ass!

My uncle Arthur Menard is also a Fallen Angel. He was once known as the Angel Mahel. He used to serve in the Order of the Seraphim, under the command of my father the Archangel. Although they're not biologically related, they fell out of the Kingdom of Heaven for the same reason. The love of mortal women. Well, the love of mortal women and whatever category my aunt Deirdre falls into. For you see, my aunt Deirdre is a Werewolf. Yep, one of the Lycanthropes of legend. She can transform into a wolf-like creature of superhuman strength and speed at will. I don't know if she falls into the category of mortal or immortal. Aunt Deirdre and I haven't always gotten along but we've begun a grudging friendship a while back. Thanks largely to her efforts, I hold dual American/Canadian citizenship. It's cool to be half and half, I guess. I've felt half and half my whole life. I'm American and Canadian. I'm half Black and half White. And I'm also caught somewhere between human and inhuman, mortal and Immortal. Just between you and me, I'm not crazy about being a walking contradiction in the cosmos but I'm learning to deal.

Six years after the death of my parents, I'm doing alright. I'm studying business administration at Georgia State University in the town of Atlanta, Georgia. I initially began studying accounting at the University of Toronto but I really missed Atlanta, the City of my birth. So I opted to study there for a year. Toronto is a short plane ride away from Atlanta anyway. I thought I finally had a grip on my life. I made really cool friends at the University of Georgia. Awesome people like my friend Cheryl Quentin, a cute Black gal born and raised in the suburb of Buckhead. She attends Spelman College and her older brother Jeremiah attends Morehouse College, the school where my father once taught. I really like Jeremiah. He's six feet two inches tall, broad-shouldered and handsome. There are a lot of handsome African-American guys at Colleges and Universities across the State of Georgia but Jeremiah Quentin stands apart. He's really hot! On top of that, he is the starting quarterback of the Morehouse College men's varsity football team and also one of the brightest pupils in the civil engineering program at his school. 

Jeremiah Quentin and I were starting to date, with his sister Cheryl's blessing of course. I was doing well in my classes at the University of Georgia. Life finally made sense again. Of course, I missed my uncle and aunt in Toronto but I was really enjoying my life in Atlanta. Of course, my peace of mind didn't last. That's when a lot of weird stuff started happening. A bunch of guys attacked me during a Rush Party one night, and I beat them all to a bloody pulp. I'm only five-foot-nine by one hundred and thirty and yet I was tossing guys twice my size around like beach balls. It turns out these guys were sent by a Fallen Angel named Todd McKean. Apparently, he was an old enemy of my father's and he wanted to test my abilities. I was shocked to discover that I was wickedly strong. I called my uncle and we had a long talk about it. He asked me to come back to Toronto right away. I told him I was staying in Atlanta. I made friends there. I never really fit in while in Toronto! Even in Canada's most diverse town, I was too...American!

I stayed in Atlanta, determined to lead a normal life. That became increasingly difficult as more and more abilities manifested themselves in me. I was approached by Todd McKean while on campus. He's a tall, decent-looking, forty-something white guy with red hair and green eyes. He's the former Chief of Police in Atlanta and the Lieutenant Governor of the State of Georgia by the way. In the eyes of the world, he's a family man and respected member of the community. A graduate of Georgia State University's Criminal Justice program. A twenty-year veteran of the Atlanta Metro Police Department. Devoted husband to Myra Chang Lee and father to Andrea and Michael McKean. Among Fallen Angels, he's known by another name. Lucifer Morningstar. The original Fallen Angel. Once, he was the most powerful of God's Angels. Until he rebelled because God loved humans too much and made Angels play second fiddle while spreading His affections to the denizens of the Earth. Lucifer Morningstar lives and breathes among us ordinary people. And he's still mad over the fact that my father was the Archangel who defeated him when he tried to conquer the Kingdom of Heaven with his Dark Angels.

The first time I laid eyes on Todd McKean/Lucifer, I felt supremely uncomfortable. It was like looking at the sun. Other people saw him as an ordinary white guy in a business suit. To my enhanced perceptions, he was much more than that. The Fallen Angel of Light. The strongest of all Fallen Angels. According to my uncle, Fallen Angels are limited in their power. They have super strength, sharp senses, super speed, accelerated healing and they don't age. Well, I've seen Todd McKean do some pretty terrifying things. He can read minds if he's close enough. He can also summon fire and lightning, and use them as devastating weapons against his enemies. He can heal with a simple touch and bestow deadly diseases upon unwary people with the same gesture. Oh, and he can walk through walls and teleport anywhere. The guy is a walking powerhouse! And he sees me as a threat. He's all but admitted to being the force behind the death of my parents. For this, I hate him and I want to kill him. He's warned me to stay the hell away from him otherwise he will destroy everything and everyone I hold dear. 

I returned to Toronto to train with my uncle Arthur. I asked him to teach me everything I needed to know in order to defeat Lucifer Morningstar. The Fallen Angel destined to bring about the end of the world. For you see, in his guise as Todd McKean, Lucifer covets the Office of the President of the United States of America. He's going to get rid of the Governor of Georgia, become the new Governor and eventually run for President. With all of the powers at his disposal, he will most likely win. And once he's got ultimate power both supernatural and socio-political, he's going to destroy humanity. Unless I can stop him. To say that uncle Arthur's training was rigorous doesn't do it justice. It was pure hell. He taught me how to control my powers. I discovered that I could walk through walls by becoming intangible, and also move objects with my mind. A power called telekinesis. Yeah, I can do all kinds of stuff. I control my telekinetic powers to such a great extent that I can levitate and even fly at times. After all, I can control objects with my mind and make them move and my body is but an object at the end of the day.

That special training took nearly the whole summer of my first year at Georgia State University. I returned to Atlanta a changed woman. I had a renewed sense of responsibility. Stopping Todd McKean/Lucifer Morningstar wasn't just about my revenge for my parents deaths but about saving the whole world. I was happy to find out that Jeremiah still cared for me even though I'd been pretty flaky with him since my powers first manifested themselves. I thought about revealing the truth of my heritage and abilities to him but figured it would just expose him to danger. Instead, I sought to remove the threats to my family and friends. Namely the Fallen Angels who did Todd McKean's bidding. I began identifying them fairly easily now that I had my powers at full throttle. I took out Dana McCoy, once known as the Fallen Angel Azazel. Masquerading as a tall, blonde-haired and blue-eyed corporate executive in Los Angeles, California. 

I stalked her for days before finally catching her by surprise. With their sharp senses, Fallen Angels are tough as hell to sneak up on. I was intangible when I attacked Azazel/Dana. I overpowered her and burned her to a crisp. Beyond her regenerative powers ability to heal her. Azazel was one of the big shots on Wall Street and one of Todd McKean/Lucifer's closest allies. Her death was a severe blow to his forces. He began gunning down for me with everything he had. Lucifer sent his henchman Asmodeus after me. Asmodeus was a tall, dark-skinned African-American guy built like an NFL player. In the eyes of the world he was Hank Henderson, NFL legend, multimillionaire businessman and the current President of Suffolk County Community College in New York. He was once one of Heaven's toughest Warriors, until he left it to follow Lucifer's folly. He was a tough sun of a gun. He nearly ripped my head off and left me deaf in one ear. I learned that even though I can regenerate, when wounded by a Fallen Angel, my healing powers are effectively negated. I killed Asmodeus by driving a steel pike through his heart and hurling him into acid before his regenerative powers could kick in. The loss of two of his strongest allies greatly angered Lucifer. And in retaliation, he sent a Fallen Angel to kill Cheryl, my boyfriend Jeremiah's sister and the young Black woman whom I considered a sister.

Cheryl Quentin's death was a terrible blow to me. I had grown to care for her like a sister over the two years we knew each other. His sister's death drove Jeremiah away from me, and into a deep depression. He got into an accident and ended up in a coma. I brought my uncle Arthur to heal him and even then, he was never the same. We no longer talk. Even though he doesn't know what's going on with me, he blames me for his sister's death. He was in bed with me when she died. They previously had plans to attend a festival together but he canceled those plans to be with me that fateful day when Cheryl died. My world had come crashing down for the second time in my life. I had nothing keeping me in Atlanta. The man I loved wanted nothing to do with me. The young woman I considered my sister died because of me. It seemed that death followed me everywhere. There was nothing left for me in Atlanta. My grades slipped at the University of Georgia until I flunked out. I thought about returning to the University of Toronto but instead I stayed. I vowed eternal vengeance against Lucifer and his minions. In the meantime, Todd McKean/Lucifer made a lot of progress in his quest for ultimate power. The Governor of Georgia died of a heart attack and he became the new Governor. With his good looks, charm and wealth, he's becoming the darling of the GOP as they seek the White House in 2012. 

I will stop him. One day, the newly sworn Governor of Georgia's speech at the graduating class of the State University of Georgia was rudely interrupted by a brazen young woman. Me. In front of all the reporters, the university graduates and their families...and millions of Americans ( for the graduation and the speech were broadcast live), I tried to take down the world's slickest politician. I waded into the policemen and policewomen who sought to stop me, tossing them around like beach balls. The crowd gasped in shock and marveled at my strength. I shouted that Todd McKean was the Devil incarnate, that he wanted to destroy the world. I tried to take him down but the three Fallen Angels disguised as his bodyguards overpowered me. Only my teleportation abilities saved me that day. I returned to Toronto, Ontario, in disgrace. Which is why I'm sitting with my head down before my uncle Arthur and my aunt Deirdre. I feel so ashamed. Ashamed of my recklessness. Ashamed of my failure to stop the Evil One, avenge my parents and save the world. My uncle and aunt watched me silently. Then, without a word, aunt Deirdre embraced me gently. She told me not to worry, that everything would be alright. For the first time in a decade, I broke down and cried.

As my aunt and uncle held my sobbing, pitiful body in their loving arms, a sudden white light caught our attentions. We watched as a figure emerged from the light which suddenly basked our dining room. A figure that was familiar to all three of us. It was my father. There he was, my daddy. He looked like his usual self, only he had a pair of magnificent silvery wings unfurling from his broad shoulders. He smiled at us. Uncle Arthur nodded gently as my father addressed him as the Angel Mahel, his old friend. Dad nodded courteously at aunt Deirdre, who held back tears. Finally, dad fixed his gaze upon me. He smiled at me and told me not to worry. Everything was alright. I shook my head, and tearfully told him that I had failed in my mission. I took on the Devil and lost. Dad shook his head, and told me that my struggle against the forces of evil on earth attracted the attention of the Almighty Himself. I blinked nervous. 

Had I really attracted God's attention? God Himself? The Big Guy In The Sky? Dad nodded. And he told me that his True Immortality was restored after he died on Earth because although he left the Kingdom of Heaven to be with my mother and me, he never stopped loving God. That was the difference between Fallen Angels who left Heaven for a variety of reasons and the Dark Angels who served Lucifer. They hated both God and humans. For that, they were destined to lose. I looked admiringly at my father as he flexed his wings. As the Archangel Michael he was nothing short of magnificent. I asked Dad about my mother. Dad smiled and told me she was with him in Heaven. And she worried that I wasn't eating enough. I smiled at that. Sounds like mom alright. Dad suddenly looked grim. I knew that look. He had something tough to say. And he said it. Dad told me that the Fate of Humanity would be up to me. In the Biblical prophecies, it was said that the Archangel Michael would defeat Lucifer. Well, the Archangel Michael was back to boot camp in Heaven after a long sojourn as a Fallen Angel on Earth. Ending Lucifer would be up to the Archangel Michael's daughter. Me.  

I blinked nervously, and looked at my uncle and aunt, then at my father. Dad told me that I wouldn't be alone in my quest. Then he handed me a sword. It was a magnificent sword. The blade was nearly four feet long and quite thick. The broadsword gleamed brightly. I noticed there were a few dark spots on the blade. Dad/The Archangel Michael told me that these spots were Lucifer's blood. Eons ago when Lucifer Morningstar sought to conquer Heaven and dethrone the Almighty, the Archangel Michael ran him through with this very sword and threw him down to Earth. I smiled. I guess kicking Devil butt runs in my family. Dad nodded. He smiled at me and at my uncle and aunt. Gently, he nodded...then vanished in a flash of bright light. I watched with tears as his light faded as he returned to the Kingdom of Heaven. 

I looked at my uncle and aunt, and smiled. For the first time in ages, I felt a renewed sense of hope. The whole world is against me right now. I'm a wanted fugitive in Canada and the United States of America for the attempted assassination of the Governor of Georgia. Every cop in North America is gunning for me. There's even talk that I should be considered a terrorist in CNN. The cute gay Black guy on CNN interviewed my ex-boyfriend Jeremiah Quentin in Atlanta, asking him about what kind of person I was. Jeremiah was just beginning to put his life back together. He returned to Morehouse College, though he was no longer the starting quarterback on the football team. He defended my honor, saying that I was the best thing to ever happen to him. He blamed himself for my 'murderous meltdown', saying that his blaming me for his sister's death drove him over the edge. He had no explanation about my animosity toward the new Governor of Georgia. I smiled. That's my Jeremiah. God I love him. My good Black man. Stalwart and gallant to the end. I hope to see him again someday. Under better circumstances of course.

For now, I've got to focus on other things. Like stopping Todd McKean from becoming the next President of the United States of America. He's already bypassed Hermann Cain and Rick Perry, the Governor of Texas, as a top contender to take on President Obama for the White House in 2012. His popularity is soaring overnight and the guy has barely been Governor of Georgia for a couple of months. It's eerie. The Tea Party people like him, as do conservative Democrats and even some of the Occupy Wall Street bozos because he claims to put country first and party politics second. Oh, and since he's a white guy married to an Asian-American lady and has a mixed-race son and daughter, he's seen as the GOP's answer to allegations of racism in their ranks. The guy seems perfect. A little too perfect. I must stop him. I will stop him. Next time I run into Todd McKean/Lucifer, I will run him through with the Broadsword. For I serve the Order of the Archangels of Heaven...like my father before me. And I am definitely my father's daughter! 



Lucifer's Angel



Barely whispering, "dear lord."

Her skin was delightful beneath his lips, her heated scent arousing; she tasted of innocence, desire and want. Lucas barely able to think only wanting to feast fastened his lips on her bud, her body shooting up beneath him he held her steady with one hand at her tummy. He licked, kissed, suckled and nibbled. Feeling her folds get wetter and wetter with his fingers. His tongue slid down to, his lips suckling each fold itself tasting her slowly, and then his tongue probed her, sliding into her, licking and teasing. Pressing his arousal into the sheets, he could feel himself damp for this was the first time he had ever tasted someone so new, fresh and wonderful. He groaned raising his head to slip his two fingers into her, expanding her, making her ready for his shaft.

She arched, bucked, pleaded, bit her lip, moaned, her hands running from his hair back to the sheets her panting heavy, her body moist, the feeling in her to let loose so powerful she was actually beyond control.

Then she felt his fingers retreating, she opened her eyes in disappointment and wonder, only to feel him slide above her, his huge arousal nudging gently at her folds. She rocked gently beneath him, wanting that heated arousal, his body trembling with desire.

He laid there above her, his hands cupping her face; he lowered his head to kiss her lips. Then whispered to her, "Sabrina, this will hurt for a little while my dear angel."

When she nodded he understood, one hand slipping from the face to between them he held his hard shaft at her entrance, and slowly began to tease her folds, nudging the tip in gently.

As he pushed deeper, she arched beneath him, he whispered, "gently my angel."

As he pushed deeper, her tightness gripping his shaft he moaned, "she is so tight, so perfect." he thought.

Fighting the urge to drive hard and deep, he felt her barrier and gently nudged at it, feeling it break, his lips upon her muffling her scream as her hands tugged at his hair.

She felt it, she felt the sudden pain, she arched and screamed, yet his lips on hers muffled her scream. Then it stopped and she felt him, large and thick inside her. The feeling less painful and more delightful, she shifted and felt a new feeling warmer and much hotter than before.

Her movements beneath him was all he needed, for he had stayed there in her, letting her adapt to his shaft and now she was squirming making him wild. He slowly began to move, rocking his hips, slowly thrusting, her tightness making it so hard for him to take her slowly, then she moaned deeply and that made him lose it. Her hands at his back her legs winding around him pulling him in deeper, his control broke, his strokes faster now, a little harder, he groaned, she bucked, he thrust, she arched, harder now, faster, she was tightening more around him, her muscles clenching him, she climax was near and so was his.

He took his lips away from hers, his hands now at both sides of her, kneeling back on his legs he grabbed her hips pulling her up towards him, he drove hard, as he screamed and moaned. Then it happened the world shattered and released his seed joining hers in one last hard thrust. 

She felt it; she went to the highest cloud and back. It was amazing; he had taken her somewhere wonderful. She felt as though her inner heat exploded and as she felt his seed spill within her she had let lose and let her explosion engulf her. She opened her eyes to look up at him. She felt him still buried within her, and then she saw him. His eyes wide with less urgency than earlier, his chest rising and falling swiftly, his hands still gripping her hips as if he was shocked and could not move. Then she smiled.

Chapter Seven

He looked down at her, he could not move yet. She was far more beautiful and when she smiled his heart fluttered. He gently let her hips go and eased out of her, slowly lying down beside her; he drew her into his arms and kissed her lips. He was spent and exhausted, she had drained all his strength, he was amazed.

He whispered into her hair, "you are not an angel, you're not a hellcat, and you are both my dear Sabrina."

She purred as she heard his silky voice, his arms wonderful around her, wrapped in his body's heat she asked, "is it always this earth shattering?"

He laughed and said, "it gets even better my angel, much more better, now relax, I can take you again, but your still delicate and you would be sore, sleep my Sabrina."

With those words she closed her eyes and slept soundly in his arms.

Waking up she felt something moist dabbing between her thighs. Peering her eyes open she saw him a wet cloth in his hand wiping away the last evidence of the virginity. A flush running up to her face she tried to close her thighs but he stilled her with his hand. 

Calming her, "Sabrina don't be ashamed, I'm cleansing you." 

And with that he placed a kiss on her hip, sending a wave of excitement through her, she moaned. Then he looked at her and her heart stopped. His eyes, those eyes, beautiful, and enchanting. 

She pulled him up, whispering, "Lucas, kiss me please."

Sliding above her, gentle not to crush her, he looked deep into her eyes and fastened his lips on hers, kissing her deeply. 

He broke the kiss and she whispered ,"I want to make you tremble like you made me, will you guide me."

"yes my dear angel, I shall teach you." and with that he slid away to lay on his back.

She watched him, laying on his back, arousal so hard and beauty beyond compare. This man was all she could think of now, she wanted to please, taste, feel and fulfill him. slowly she slid turned laying on her side she caressed his face, kissing his lips, her instinct took over, mimicking what he had done to her.

She kissed his neck, nibbling gently, her hands roaming on the little hairs on his chest, playing with them, then lower her lips went to his nipple, kissing it and sucking lightly on it. She felt his sudden intake of breath and heard his growl. Knowing she was doing the right thing her hand continued lower caressing his tummy, circling his navel then back up. She gave both nipples the same amount of pleasure and time, till they peaked, glistering with moist, her hair falling down on his chest caressing as she moved above him.

"Sabrina, touch my shaft." he said.

with that his hand came to her hand at his chest, guiding it lower until it reached his shaft, he clasped his hand over hers, guiding her showing her how to stroke.

She felt it, heated and hard beneath her fingers, as he helped her stroke, his kisses bearing lower till she was circling his navel with her tongue, kissing it, then his hips, his hand in her hair, stroking, winding in her locks, he groaned and moaned as she stroked harder.

"taste me, Sabrina." was all he could say.

Removing his hand from hers, guiding her head lower Sabrina stopped her stroking, and bashfully licked his shaft, starting from the tip, and all over.

Then she did it, opening her mouth she slid him in, starting to suck at the tip, she felt him arch and tremble beneath her, sending flames through her body, she continued taking him in more, her hand one at the base of his shaft, the other caressing his chest, she began stroking him with her mouth, sucking harder, enjoying his taste, his reactions and her body's.

"Angel! I cannot bear it longer." he groaned.

And with that his hand came to her shoulders, whimpering as she had lost the taste of him, he lifted her above him, astride him, slowly stroking his shaft against her folds, both moistures mixing, gently impaling her onto him, her eyes flew open, she moaned, throwing her head back, he was buried deep in her, waiting for her to get accustomed to this new act. Gently she began rocking back and forth, his hands at her hips, grabbing her pushing her down more on him as she grinded him.

Then he snapped, his hands lifting her slowly and dropping her upon him, showing her how she should ride him, Sabrina then began doing so, hands at his chest now she raised and fell upon his shaft riding him. his hips kept moving aiding her in her quest.

She was hot, she was possessed, and she was in need. She moaned, screamed and gasped and he thrust into her, harder and faster. then his hand came to rest at her bud stroking it sending her over the edge. Her hair flying as she floated above him, her breasts heaving and dropping, she was doing things she never knew existed.

Sweat beads ran between her breast and he eagerly sat up licking them tasting her, taking her nipple in his mouth. The heavy scent of passion flooded her senses and his.

As he reached his moment of climax he leaned back again against the pillows, drawing her down with him, taking her lips kissing her, thrusting harder and harder till they both climaxed.

She lay there spent above him, panting against his lips, his hands running across her back caressing her, his body shaking beneath her. 

"god! Sabrina, what have you done to me?" he managed to say.

She giggled against his lips and said, " I returned the favor."

"you definitely did my angel." he whispered.

He felt like he had died and gone to heaven, he never knew it could be this way, he had never felt a woman so alive in his life, he was realizing that he did not want to live without her. slowly slipping her from his chest and into the cradle of his arms, placing her head on his chest. he kissed her hair, "sleep now my angel".

And with that sleep engulfed them both, till the early morning.

Chapter Eight

She awoke to the little sun stream flowing through the window, she purred and reached out for the warm body she craved yet the bed was empty. Slowly opening her lids she looked around the room and he was nowhere to be seen. She stayed there in bed laying back reliving the passions of the nite through her mind. 

"Mmm." he was a man in all ways, She thought.

Then a small tap on the door interrupted her daydreams, making her cover herself up and in walked a young lad could not be of more than 17 yrs of age. 

"morning misses. The captain asked me to come down and ask you if you are ready for your bath?"

"good morning, and yes that would be most delightful, thank you."

The young lad turned bowing his head lightly in agreement and stepped back out of the door shutting it behind him.

The next ten minutes were passed watching him, bring in pails of hot and lukewarm water, filling the tub by the corner of the room. 

When he was done he said, "misses it is ready."

As he was about to turn, she said, "what is your name?"

The lad shyly bowed his head and said "Edmond, misses."

"well thank you Edmond." she smiled back at him.

Sabrina rose slowly from the bed, her body aching of the nights pleasures, she was a little sore, yet it was all worth it. She smiled at herself, he really enjoyed it, his arms, his kiss, his touch and she missed him this very moment.

Dropping the sheet to the floor she slipped into the rub, the warm water caressing her gentle skin, teasing her sore places, she moaned, closed her eyes and laid back enjoying her soak.

Hours maybe minutes later, she did not know, she felt a light brush against her cheek and opened her eyes to stare into Lucas's amazing eyes. 

She smiled, "good morning captain."

"Good morning my beautiful angel." he leaned down and kissed her lips. "do u need some help washing your back my sweet?"

"That would be most appreciated, captain." she chuckled and sat up exposing her fine breast above the water.

She heard his sudden intake of breath and she slowly reached for the sponge and passed it to him, watching his every reaction.

It was taking him every ounce of willpower he had not to rip his clothes off and take her out of the tub and have her on the floor. He was so aroused he could not believe it, yet he hoped he would be able to slide in with her and bathe.

He stood up slowly, removing his clothes and her eyes widened. 

"what are you doing?" she asked.

"I am not going to get my clothes wet, and I am too am in dire need of a bath my angel." he said.

Slipping in to the bath behind her, he slowly slid down, raising her gently to sit upon his lap, back to her. he began washing her back gently, one hand sliding to her mound caressing as his fingers teased her bud and folds. She moaned with desire, and pleasure, arching lightly against his fingers, wanting more and more.

Then he probed two fingers into her folds, stroking, slowly and gently.

She heaved upon his waist feeling his arousal against her bottom, shivering and trembling she arched, now moving with his fingers. Then harder he began to stroke till she released and climax around his fingers. Laying back against him, she knew more was yet to come.

"Sabrina, ride me." he whispered in her ear.

Gently he lifted he bottom sliding his arousal against her folds slipping it deep within her, her tightness so sweet, so perfect around him. he began to lift and lower her onto him.

She rode him feverishly, taking him in all, arching about him. till they both climaxed.

After another bath the both dried up and sat down for a meal, While Edmond cleared the tub and the room.

She looked up at Lucas from her plate and smiled asking him whether she could go on deck or not.

"my angel, you can go on deck anytime you wish, as long as the weather is fair." he smiled back at her.

"thank you, Lucas." she said. 

In her heart she knew that this was not at all what she feared from this man. So far she enjoyed him and deep within her she knew she could never part from him.

Chapter Nine

Weeks of sailing, making love, laughing and embracing life had taken over Sabrina. She knew deep within her that she had fallen for Lucas. He proved to be a worthy lover, a great man and a gentleman. And all the ship mates respected her, for they saw her as their captains treasure. She stared out into the sea and smiled, this is where she had always longed to be.

From above she heard a shout. 

"hooray! We are home, get ready mates for soon we shall be in the arms of our loved ones."

with that the deck turned into a dance festival, the men danced with joy, sang songs, and Sabrina turned to see Lucas standing at the higher deck, looking down at her, her heart leapt as she thought she saw his lips whisper to her, we are home.

As they docked at the far end of the island she saw the cave, she saw the women, the children playing, the beauty of this hidden abode, and she saw it, the castle at the top of the cave, a sight for sore eyes, magnificent, sitting there looking wonderful. She gasped. Is this to be her new home? she thought.

"Sabrina." he said.

She was too deep in thought to notice he had come down to stand beside her.

"come my angel, we are home." his hand taking hers.

"home?" she questioned silently.

"yes home Sabrina, my home is your home, my sweet angel." 

And with that she followed him off the boat into the cave where he greeted the awaiting crowd and along a lovely path which led up to the castle.

He led her to the cliff, holding her before him, he turned her into his arms, facing her he said "Sabrina, I love you and I want this to be your home with me, I have grown to love you so much over the past weeks, that I cannot imagine myself without you in my arms when I wake at mornings dawn, or when I fall asleep at night. Stay with me, let me love you forever my angel."

Her heart screamed with joy, she looked into his eyes, his words penetrating her soul, her heart, her existence she said ,"forever! My dear Lucas, I will remain with you forever, for I would love to be Lucifer's angel, I love you!"

He leaned down and took her lips kissing her as if it was the last kiss they would share, loving each moment loving his angel.

And there they stood, locked in a lovers kiss, the sun dipping behind them beyond the horizon. Joined as one, till eternity.



Lucifer's Angels At Work



Here I am, sitting on a park bench somewhere in New York City. In the eyes of the world, a tall, good-looking young Black man clad in a red silk, silver tie and dark grey pants is gazing at the world from this bench. It's a bright sunny day in early summer and a lot of people are enjoying the pleasant weather. All kinds of people. That's part of what I love about New York City. You can find everybody there. None of these nice people can tell that it's really me, Lucifer Morningstar, in one of my many disguises, staring at them. I've always loved parks. Something about them reminds me of, well, home. It's not often that I get to relax. I'm quite busy. 

I've been overworking overtime lately. All those clashes between Christians, Jews and Muslims in places like Nigeria, Egypt, Ethiopia, Lebanon, Israel, Sudan and even the City of Dearborn, Michigan. Yeah, there's been a lot of religious strife lately. And they don't just happen by themselves you know. Human beings are born with an infinite capacity for wickedness but quite often, I give them that extra push they need to really rev up their engines. I can't stop laughing as I think of the three Great Houses of God at war with one another. The same cosmic entity spoke to the patriarchs of Judaism, Christianity and Islam. And He always spoke of peace, love and unity. Unfortunately, men twisted God's Word to suit their politics. And the result is endless war across the globe. Makes my job easier. 

I could tell you about the Afghan father in whose mind I whispered last night. This morning, he went to his twenty-year-old daughter's bedroom and smothered her because he suspected her of dishonoring her conservative Muslim family by dating the Irish guy next door.  Tonight, the denizens of this small Texan town will be shocked. One of them will feel inspired to torch a certain mosque in one of Texas biggest cities. And once more, Christians and Muslims will be at each other's throat.  In nearby California, a nice Jewish lad named Henry will introduce his doting mother Abigail to his Asian-American girlfriend Monica Chang. Abigail has been concerned about the recent decline of the Jewish community due to intermarrying and her reaction to Monica and Henry's relationship will positively doom their love. Poor Monica will go home in tears, and the following night she'll drink and drive. It will be the last thing she ever does. Well, next to last thing. For you see, she'll run down a pair of unsuspecting cyclists and poor Henry will kill himself as a result. Tragedy begets tragedy. 

My Angels are out there, and they're immensely dedicated to their work. In the eyes of the world, they're ordinary men and women. One of them is whispering dark thoughts into the mind of the supreme religious leader of the Islamic Republic of Iran. Hmmm. If the Israelis knew what the old Iranian man dreamed of, they wouldn't sleep at night.  Marduk is one of my favorite Angels. Tall, bronze-skinned, black-haired and dark-eyed. He appears to be a cabinet member in the Iranian government. In truth, he serves me.  Still, he isn't half as talented as the Angel once worshiped by primitive Arabs as the goddess Astarte. These days, she's nothing short of my most efficient operative. 

A certain beautiful blonde-haired and blue-eyed darling of the American media serves in a pretty important role in the Obama White House. And she whispers evil thoughts into the world's most famous ( and powerful ) African-American. He doesn't support Israel half as much as he claims to, and honestly, he's tired of being the world's savior. Abandoning the descendants of God's flock to their worst enemies isn't an affront the Almighty shall forgive, though He has heaped many blessings upon President Barack Hussein Obama in recent years...I look eastward and see another one of my Angels hard at work. The malevolent Angel Haguel, a dark-haired and bronze-skinned, stocky guy. Among the Pakistanis and the Indians, many are dedicated to lasting peace. This irks me.  We really can't have that. Haguel is the right being for the job. He so loves to spread strife.

I want nothing short of a global war where Islam is seen as an evil religion by Christians, Jews, Hindus, Pagans, Atheists, Satanists and pretty much everybody else. I want the skies to rain blood. I want a planetary bloodbath from which mankind shall never recover. I want the human species to go extinct. All due to their folly and their love for warfare and conflict. So, um, no. We can't have peace between India and Pakistan. A certain young man in Mumbai is walking around with a loaded gun in his pocket. He is approaching a Christian church. He happens to be Muslim. While he crosses the street, so blinded is he by his hatred that he almost gets hit by a car. An old Sikh has pushed him out of the way. Clearly shaken, the young man thanks his benefactor. The old Sikh smiles and walks away. The young Muslim man freezes. This morning he wanted to walk into the Christian church, guns blazing. Now he's questioning his commitment to carnage because an old Sikh saved his life. Hmmm. A terrorist with a conscience. We can't have that. One of my Angels whispers into his ears but he just don't listen. Disgusted, my Angel turns himself into a serpent and bites the wavering fool. He falls, and dies within minutes. That's what he gets for changing his mind at the last possible moment. Hmm. They don't make terrorists like they used to. What a fool!

As the young man's soul departs his body, one of the Others swoops down to carry him into heaven. Because he chose not to take a life after someone saved his own life, the young Muslim man who got brainwashed into becoming a terrorist is forgiven by God. I seethe with anger when I realize that I inadvertently caused a good soul to go to heaven. Had he fulfilled his dark purpose and shot some Christians before taking his own life, he would have gone down to hell. And he'd be mine forever. I glare at the Angel Sabriel. She looks at me. How I hate this red-haired, green-eyed and alabaster-skinned angelic beauty. She gathers the young man's soul in her arms and soars into the portals of paradise, where I cannot follow. I sigh. Oh, well. Nobody wins them all. The dark Angel Haguel looks at me apologetically. Before he can start whining, I snap my fingers and Haguel finds himself in hell. I'm going to torture him tonight. And if he fails me again, I'll chain him to the pit and let demonic dwarves sodomize him for months. I don't tolerate failure.

Suddenly feeling energized, I smile as two souls approach me. A tall, blonde-haired and green-eyed Caucasian woman and a short, slender Asian man.  Natalie Winston-Lee and Anderson Scott Lee. They're a swinging couple from Manhattan. And they're meeting with my current Avatar for some hot sex in a swanky hotel.  Natalie is turned on by male bisexuality and she's been encouraging her secretly bisexual husband to explore this side of himself. We met on Facebook and have been flirting/chatting for weeks. This is going to be good. I get up, smile and greet them. I charm them like a good Devil as we head to a nearby restaurant for a quick bite, then head back to their hotel room. They think they're going to have a good time. Little do they know that they won't be seen alive again. I do love to have hot trysts every now and then. And I seldom leave any evidence behind.  



Lucifer's Apology To Mankind



We did it. Finally, we made the humans pay for what they've done. Stealing the love of our Father from us. For centuries we encouraged them to wage war against one another. We encouraged them to slaughter each other over questions of race, religion, territory, ideology and nationality. And in the end, we succeeded beyond our wildest dreams. There are only ten thousand human beings left on the planet Earth, spread across the battered remnants of metropolitan Detroit, State of Michigan. Soon, very soon, we shall descend upon them and slaughter them.

The Army of Heaven descended upon the planet Earth in the Last Days, and I was proud to lead them. For I am the Archangel Michael. Anyone looking at me would see a six-foot-three, lean and athletic Caucasian male in his early twenties with long blond hair and pale blue eyes. Since the Beginning, I've been God's Warrior and the Commander of the Heavenly Host. In the old days I waged war against my brother Lucifer and defeated him because it was what the Lord commanded. These days, I am happy to say that I'm no longer following orders. I do whatever I want. When I want. Where I want. To whoever I want. When you've been taking orders since the dawn of time, the sudden feeling of freedom can be intoxicating. And I must say that I like it very much.

Besides me stands my most faithful ally, the Archangel Gabrielle. She's really something. One of our very best. Five feet eleven inches tall, slender and wiry, with dark bronze skin, short spiky Black hair and hazel eyes. Gabrielle has always had my back, in the vernacular of twenty-first-century North Americans. I remember when we faced the Legions of Lucifer together. One third of Heaven walked out with him when he decided to rebel against God. And as Archangels of the Lord, Gabrielle and I were called upon to defend the Kingdom of Heaven after our colleague the Archangel Raphael opted to join forces with the Devil. We did our duty, defeated the Dark Angels and trapped Lucifer in the Pit of Hell. What no one will ever tell you is that I didn't enjoy it. Especially since I partially agreed with Lucifer's viewpoint. 

Lucifer wasn't the only Angel who thought Our Father had gone overboard when He decided to give Adam and Eve control of the planet Earth. He gave those hairy little freaks more than he ever gave us, the Sons and Daughters of Heaven. Does that seem fair to you? I don't expect you to understand. All I can say is that these days I feel free. The humans went from a population of seven point two billions to merely ten thousand. They hide out in the catacombs underneath what used to be the City of Detroit, for they know what's out there now. They know that Angels from Heaven have come to destroy them. And there is absolutely nothing they can do about it. I want to destroy them so badly. However, revenge is a dish best served cold. And I want to savor it for as long as I can. 

The ultimate defeat of humanity by the Angels is all that's left for me in all of existence. For when the last human dies, we Angels shall unmake Creation. Collectively, we should have enough power to undo what God has done. I know we can do it. We were there when Our Father summoned the Universe into existence. While we lack His raw power, we are quite mighty and can do all kinds of things. If we work together, we can unmake the world and return to the Before, where we belong. Angels never much cared for Creation anyway. We were happier with the immaterial nothingness that came before. Creation was willed into being by God for man and woman. Without them, it has no purpose for existing. We shall return to the Before, and finally, we shall have peace.

As I speak to you, I am well aware that in the ruins of Detroit, Michigan, the humans are gathering. Bishop Antoine, a charismatic preacher from Atlanta, Georgia, is speaking to the gathering of men and women surrounding him. They came from all over. African Americans. Chinese. Hindus. Arabs. Native Americans. After finally realizing that the God they once called Yahweh, The Most High, Allah, and all that jazz abandoned them in their darkest hour, atheism spread like wildfire among Christians, Jews, and yes, even the hardline Muslims. How could they believe in God when winged men and winged women with flaming swords flew in the skies, destroying everything in sight? Kind of tough to believe in a Creator that wants to destroy you. The more atheism spread among what was left of humanity, the weaker they got and the stronger us Angels became. 

Bishop Antoine seemed to be the only one who figured that out. He held in his hand a Bible, a Torah and a Koran. He spoke to the assembly, telling them that the One True God loved them all. I almost laughed at that from the mountaintop on which I stood. Yes, He does love the hairy little freaks. However, my kind and I are eternal. Humans are mortal. They're worthless, and soon they will be extinct. Humanity no longer matters. I looked at Bishop Antoine. The chubby Black man seemed to vibrate with zeal as he spoke about the wise men whom God used to help mankind. Noah and the fools he led into the Great Ark. Jesus Christ and his devoted if occasionally unmotivated Disciples. The Prophet Mohammed and his zealous but often misguided and ill-informed Followers. I wanted to burn Bishop Antoine but his death would only turn him into a martyr in the eyes of his buddies.

Bishop Antoine continued to speak, and uttered what no mortal has ever figured out. The meaning of the word Trinity, which is embraced by Christians but rejected by Jews and Muslims. Trinity referring to God in three. Jews rejected the idea of Jesus Christ as the Son of God. Muslims accepted that Jesus Christ was a prophet but rejected any idea of divinity having anything to do with him. As usual, the Christians, the Jews and the Muslims were all wrong. The meaning of Trinity in God's eyes refers to the Three Great Houses. Judaism. Christianity. Islam. Three interconnected but ever-warring faiths. Three branches of the same thing. All of them equal. None better than the other. Trinity meaning that all Christians, Jews and Muslims are God's offspring. People of the same Book broken into three equally important pieces. When Bishop Antoine said this, murmurs of disbelief rose among the crowd of Jews, Christians and Muslims. The Bishop ignored them and went on.

I gestured to Gabrielle, and she followed me to the ruins of Detroit, Michigan. The humans gasped with fright as we descended among them. I could have snuffed the life out of all of them with my Blade of Fire. However, I felt like tormenting them first. The Bishop looked at me defiantly. In a stern voice, he told me that I no longer deserved the title of Angelic Host Commander. He told me I was more evil than the Devil. At that, Gabrielle and I laughed. We were still laughing when the earth began to shake. Suddenly, gusts of flame erupted from the ground. Something shot out of the earth. Something shaped like a man. The human-shaped thing coalesced into human form, and morphed into a tall, broad-shouldered and athletic Black man with a goatee. Clad in a red loincloth, he glared at the Bishop then at Gabrielle and I. Well, I smiled. Hello Lucifer, I said. The Devil looked at me and grinned. Upon hearing that, the various humans began whimpering in fear. They were crossing themselves or kissing the floor or whatever. 

Lucifer looked at me. He unfurled his magnificent dark wings, and told me and Gabrielle that if we didn't depart this place, he'd kick our asses. I laughed. Same old Lucifer. So prideful. All of his rebel angels were trapped in Hell, unable to attack Heaven or come to Earth. He was alone against the millions of Angels who once made up the Army of the Lord. Now they were my troops. The Supreme Army of Michael the Archangel. Me. Lucifer shook his head, and told me that I was insane. Then he clapped his hands, and suddenly, Gabrielle began to scream. Blood dripped from her nose, and she leapt at Lucifer. The Devil struck her, and sent her flying. She crashed on the side of a mountain, a hundred miles away. I found myself alone against the Devil. Without hesitation I drew my sword. Lucifer didn't draw his. Instead, he walked up to me and told me he was sorry it had come to this. In spite of myself, I was curious. So I asked him what he was talking about. Lucifer sighed sadly, and told me he had come to earth solo to defend mankind. He wanted to redeem himself in the eyes of God. I think my jaw almost hit the floor.

All around us, the humans watched the interaction between Lucifer and myself. I could tell many of them couldn't believe their ears. For once, I shared their doubt. I looked at Lucifer, and saw sincerity in his eyes. I hesitated. Lucifer told me that it wasn't too late to recall the Angels of Heaven to their proper duties. I scoffed. It was too late. The gauntlets were thrown. Humanity had to be eradicated. The humans must pay. Angels, good and bad, had suffered far too much in the name of humanity. Surely Lucifer must understand that. I mean, he was the Devil. He had to understand! Lucifer snapped his fingers, and I felt a wave of energy come from him to me. I raised my sword to strike him, but the energy wave caught me and sent me flying away from metropolitan Detroit. I crashed besides Gabrielle, who lay unconscious. I roused her from her slumber, and we returned to the Angelic Army. Things had just gotten more complicated. Lucifer was fighting for humanity. Oh, well. He would die with them.

Lucifer watched me fall, and then he turned to the gathering of humans. Many were curious about him, but weren't sure about what to do about him. Yes, he just saved them from murderous Angels but he was the Devil. Satan to the Christians. Iblis to the Muslims. Has-Shatan to the Jews. The enemy. The adversary of God. The ultimate bad guy. Lucifer looked at the men and women around him. The last remnants of humanity. They were all here. People from all faiths and all walks of life. Gays and lesbians. Rich and poor. The educated and the illiterate. The beautiful, the average and the ugly. Humans. The finest creations of God. Lucifer could see that now. 

Even in this age of darkness, they were still finding their way to God. They still loved the Father. Lucifer looked at Bishop Antoine, who smiled. The old Black man welcomed him with open arms, and told him that God always forgives sinners. Even sinners called Lucifer. Lucifer smiled, and embraced the old man warmly. He looked at the gathered humans and told them from now on, he would fight to protect them. In the name of the God they all loved. The humans looked at each other and one by one, they began clapping. Lucifer smiled. This was a better welcome than he expected. He thanked his lucky stars that he got there on time. He would protect these people with his life. For their sake, for the sake of God, and for his own redemption. Amen. What a sucker, I thought to myself. I am so going to kick his ass. This is going to be fun. Stay tuned, ladies and gentlemen. Michael out. 



Lucifer's Final Redemption



To Jews, Christians and Muslims, all one has to do is sincerely ask God for forgiveness and the one known as God, Yahweh, Allah and The Most High shall grant it. The entire world can't be wrong on something of that magnitude, can they? I wish I could believe that with time anything can be forgiven. Even something like me. I wish. Since I can't be sure of that, all I can do is try my best. I pray that it shall be good enough to bring me salvation but I can't be sure. 

With that in mind, I ran my blade through a six-foot-tall, raven-haired, bronze-skinned and green-eyed young woman, piercing her heart. A silent scream, frozen on her lips, came out as a short, barely audible gasp. The accusatory look in her eyes shall haunt me until the end of my days, and beyond. I pulled the blade out of her, and her lifeless body collapsed on the floor. Shiny ebony wings unfurled from her back in death, wrapping themselves around the body like a shroud. Moments later it disintegrated. The succubus is dead at last. 

I wiped my blade off, and walked through the smoking remnants of the Sal Al Din mosque in metropolitan Nabatieh, Lebanon. The powerful demon who's been haunting the dreams of local Muslim men, driving them to slaughter their friends and neighbors in sectarian violence is no more. As I carefully step through a floor covered with the smoking corpses of Shiite Muslims slaughtered by their Sunni brethren, I sigh deeply, feeling something akin to despair. I was too late to stop the sectarian massacre. Not that Jews, Christians and Muslims need any reason or encouragement to slaughter one another. 

They do it with such dedication, from Lebanon to Egypt, from Nigeria to Pakistan, from Israel to Syria, that I honestly wonder if they've forgotten that all monotheists are the progeny of wise old Abraham, whom God favored above all men. Doesn't matter if you follow Moses, Jesus Christ or the prophet Mohammed. Abraham is father to all who believe in the One True God and it is quite unseemly for members of the same family to kill one another, by all standards of decency. Nevertheless, the people of the Book's hatred for one another knows no bounds.

The demon I killed today was once worshipped throughout the Middle East and parts of North Africa as Astarte, the goddess of sexuality, fertility and war. A very long time ago, she was known as Hagel, the Messenger Angel formerly attached to the retinue of the Archangel Gabriel. Hagel once served God faithfully, and then one day she listened to the seductive musings of the Morningstar and joined him in his rebellion against Heaven. For tens of thousands of years, Hagel wreaked havoc in the world of man. Tonight, she's dead by my hand.

Hagel is only the latest such Fallen Angel I found myself forced to destroy. I take no pleasure in dispatching my brothers and sisters in this manner. How I miss those days when we lived in Heaven together, basking in our Father's embrace. Things were so much simpler then, before the dark times. I willed myself out of the mosque, indeed, out of Lebanon altogether. I transported myself to the City of Toronto, Ontario. I've always been fond of Canada. A place where people of different races, religions and cultures live in harmony under the banner of democracy, equality and tolerance. It's the last good place on God's green Earth, I think. Every other place seems to be going to hell these days.

Still, all is not perfect here. As I willed myself to the front of my building, I get a funny look from a Caucasian couple walking nearby. I know what they see. A tall, bespectacled gentleman of African descent clad in a business suit entering a high-rise and decidedly pricy apartment complex. Even in a racially diverse place like Toronto, a man of my complexion still gets second looks from people. I've had some interesting experiences since I started using the avatar and moniker of Altar Benedict, thirty-something Black Canadian intellectual, contract instructor ( glorified teacher's assistant ) at the University of Toronto, crime fiction author and video game addict. 

I finally enter my apartment, and crash on my bed. Contrarily to popular belief, those like myself can feel hunger and thirst, happiness and sadness, and yes, even lust. I feel tired after a day spent teaching the basics of Canadian criminology to bored-looking twenty-something types in my tutorial. As a contract instructor, I make twenty five dollars per hour. I teach ten classes a week, and they're about two hours long each. As you can imagine, I don't make much money. I get by alright, enough to pay for my eleven-hundred-dollar-a-month apartment near downtown Toronto. I like living in style, and I absolutely love tall buildings. Something about being close to the sky appeals to me. 

I feel too tired to cook, so I order some Shawarma from the local Lebanese Canadian restaurant. I love their chicken and beef Shawarma plates, along with lots of hummus, tomatoes and pickles. I'm addicted to Lebanese food, man. Before that, it was Chinese food. About thirty minutes later, my phone rings. It's Khaled, the delivery guy. I head down the elevator and greet him at the door. The whole order costs twenty bucks. I give him a five-dollar tip because I'm a nice guy. Khaled and I make small talk for a minute, then I send him on his merry way. I go back upstairs and wolf down the whole meal in minutes. I feel stuffed, and happy. Just as about to doze off, I hear my phone ring. It's the one and only Bethlehem "Beth" Tilaye. 

Bethlehem is a young Ethiopian Christian woman I met while visiting some friends at York University. You should have seen her, man. Five feet eleven inches tall, busty and curvy, with light brown skin, curly black hair and golden brown eyes. An East African goddess, for real. In all my time on this earth, I've never really been the romantic type. Involvements between ordinary mortals and those like myself are ill-advised. Nevertheless, Bethlehem and I became friends and began hanging out, and slowly but surely, I fell in love with her. 

After dating Bethlehem for about a year, I revealed my true self to her. You know, women are forever saying that they want honesty from a man but when the guy is honest with them, they can't handle it. I told Beth about what I am, what I've done, and what I have to do. I thought she could handle it. Bad idea. First, she didn't believe me. I got the brilliant idea of giving her proof, and that just about drove her nuts. Yeah, that's what I get for my honesty. Oh, and she got mad that I waited until we'd had sex numerous times before telling her the truth about me. Yeah, I reckon I could have been more honest but damn, if you saw her booty in those shorts she likes to wear, even in the wintertime, you'd understand! I'm male, dammit!

Anyhow, I was definitely in no mood to talk about our relationship or lack thereof with Beth. That woman can argue for hours on end, I mean, she never seems to get tired! Nevertheless, I turned up my phone so I could hear her message on voicemail. A very long tirade about her wanting to see me, that she'd had more time to think about it, and that she wanted to give "us" another shot. Great, now she tells me. Had she told me this six weeks ago, I would have been elated. Now, not so much. I had other problems to focus on, like not getting killed by the various factions warring with one another and with humanity since the Morningstar walked away from the Throne of Hell.

Sorry, honey, I've got other things on my mind besides you, like staying alive. I live in a world where Immortality doesn't mean what it used to. With Angels and Demons battling it out through every plane of existence and the chaos spilling over into the mortal realm, no living entity is safe. Nobody's playing the neutrality card anymore. Everyone's taking sides. The endgame is here, the Apocalypse. The end of times, as prophesized in the Torah, the Bible and the Quran. Everyone wants the war to happen, above and below. Me? I'm just one guy stuck in the middle. I don't like choosing sides, not anymore. I feel bad enough already for what I've done.

You see, in a roundabout way, I feel responsible for a lot of what is going on in the world. Angel against Demon, man against woman, Judeo-Christian against Islam, black against white, straight against gay, human against sociopath. A long time ago, I lived in my Father's House with all my brothers and sisters, and we were happy. One day, our Father brought home the newest addition to the family, and the rest of us weren't so happy with the attention and love he showered on our youngest sibling. Especially since this one was quite frail, for he lacked the might and wisdom bestowed upon us. Seeing him elevated above us irked us, and me most of all.

I convinced some of my brothers and sisters to stand with me before our Father and declare our disapproval of the upstart. For this we were cast down. For a long time I raged against the Faithful, those brothers and sisters who remained loyal to our Father no matter what. My war with them spilled into the mortal world. I sought to destroy man by encouraging conflict around the world. It didn't matter the reason, from race to religion, from territorial defense to basic greed, if man would fight his neighbor I encouraged him. For ten thousand years, I lived only to destroy. Until the day my own once-loyal siblings and followers turned against me, and I was forced to hide among the very mortals I despised, for fear of getting killed by my enemies. During that time, I met a mortal man named Caleb, and his wife Amara and their daughter Kara. They mistook me for one of their own, and sheltered and protected me after finding me unconscious in a ditch.

During my stay with Caleb and his family, I changed. Thanks to the kindness of a simple man, I stopped hating humankind. I am sorry for destroying countless human lives over the course of ten thousand years. Caleb and his family are long gone, but I have never forgotten them. Because of them, I walked away from the path of darkness. I now fight against both Heaven and Hell because neither side cares about humanity, they just want to prove they're right. The way politicians from rival parties tend to put their petty rivalries above the wellbeing of the very people they claim to represent. Humans are prideful, but no more than us who are called Angels and Demons, apparently.

I now understand what my Father saw in the humans. For all of their wickedness, their treachery, their racism and sexism, they have a great capacity for good. Humanity's potential exceeds the power of we who are called Immortals. Thanks to Caleb, I learned that every man makes his own destiny, that nothing is set in stone. I hope this applies to us Immortals. In various religions, I am something to be feared. Billions of people around the world believe that a man called Jesus Christ was sent by God to redeem mankind. To offer them salvation and redemption. If I believe in his gospel and wish to redeem myself, can I be saved too, even though I'm not human? I don't know. I wish I knew. All I can do is hope.

Even now, a game plan I set in motion back when I was a Lord of Darkness is still afoot. My former followers have opened the Gates of Hell and easily cross into the Earthly plane whenever they wish. That's why the world is darkening these days. Mothers kill their sons and daughters and say an evil force told them to do it. Men and women blow themselves up and kill many others in the process because someone told them it's what God wants. People kill each other over questions of race, religion, nationality, sectarianism and sexuality, more so than ever before. Many fear that World War Three is around the corner. I planned it and set it in motion. Back when I hated the humans. Now I want to stop Armageddon, and I'm its architect. I placed my Angels in strategic positions. They're in the FBI, the CIA, the Mossad, the Secret Service, the African Union, the Union of South American Nations, the Vatican, the Muslim Brotherhood and so on. Every race, every religion, every organization, every corporation, every church, every synagogue and every mosque. Always encouraging war and conflict. Always putting "us" versus them. That's my grand plan, back when I hated humankind. Now I have to stop it.

My former followers down below want me dead, for the Legion of Hell cannot forgive its former leader and founder for abandoning them. The Kingdom of Heaven still considers me an enemy for having rebelled against our Father a long time ago. What's a guy to do under those circumstances? Fight. That's what I learned from my time among the humans. No matter how evil you are, if you are sincere about change and redemption, there's always time. Dear humanity, I'm sorry for plotting your death and destruction since the time of the cavemen. I'll make it up to you by killing any Angel or Demon that tries to hurt you. That's my solemn promise. It's been pleasant talking to you and getting to know you but I must get some sleep. Got a long day ahead of me tomorrow. I've got classes to teach and Angels/Demons to kill. If you haven't guessed my name by now you never will. 



Lucifer's Library



Lucifer’s Library

A one act play

Based very loosely on Sartre’s 
No Exit

CAST

Lucifer -  Handsome and sinister.  He holds the keys to each character’s potential  salvation or damnation.

Millie – Young, buxom milk maid from mid-1800s England.  

Veronica – Well endowed Upper Main Line Philadelphia debutant from the early 1950s

Paige – Senior associate attorney at Kickim,  Schrewem  & Rhune, PC.  2008.  

Leslie – S 1960’s hippie 

Leo – A magician

Alex – The head of a pan-global corporation

Mack – A former Navy Seal who owns Dirtywater – a private security company

Dion – A rock star

Voice

Setting

Four single women are in purgatory.  Purgatory is a very cozy library with a large fireplace burning brightly.  The room is hexagonal.  The fireplace takes one side.  The doors take the others.  There is a large anniversary clock on the mantle.  Four overstuffed chairs are placed around the room.  There is a table in the center of the room.  The women have just arrived.  They are wearing ragged costumes appropriate to their stations in life. They look around, disoriented.  They each pick out an easy chair to sit in.  They wait silently for a minute. Lucifer walks in carrying eight ornate books.  The walls are white.  During the play as each story unfolds it is surrealistically projected on the wall behind each speaker.  As the protagonists tell their tales the screen will show the action.  When the women describe what they have read to the other women, any dialogue in the books will happen at one of the four doors of the library.

LUCIFER

Good evening ladies.  I see you’ve found your way into my library.  You all look lovely tonight.  Can I offer you a drink, something to eat?  Oh.  You’re dead.  You can’t.  Sorry.  Well.  Let’s get down to it then.  

PAIGE

Wait a minute.  What is this place.  Am I damned or not?  

VERONICA

Yeah.  Look, I just got here.  Give me a minute to catch my breath…. so to speak.

What are we being held here for?

The other women chime in.

Yeah.  What gives?  This isn’t right…. (And so on and so forth)

PAIGE

Who the hell are you anyway?

LUCIFER

Calm down, calm down. My name is Lucifer.  I’m sure you’ve heard of me.

The ladies nod and agree.

Okay.  Today I’m giving you four ladies a break.  Ordinarily suicide ….  Well, there’s Hell to pay.  Literally.  Mandatory sentence.  But once in a while I get bored.  Go back.  Look at old files and if a case or two touches my heart,. I go to bat for the dammed with the Big Guy.  I’m not all bad.  The press I’ve been getting lately!!  You ladies got the short stick as far as love, romance, hearth and so on were concerned.  I picked your cases out of millions…..  Anyway.  Here’s the deal.  Take it or leave it.  I’ve brought in eight novels. Each novel has a heroine. Four live happily after.  The other four, well….  You know.  Agony for eternity.  Each is a true life dilemma; a quandary for you to step into and to make some changes in your silly ass lives.  If you don’t want to play the game you’ll rot for in hell for all eternity.  You have four days.  Starting tomorrow at 9:00 am.  So….  I’ve got responsibilities.  Time’s wasting  At least for me.  Have fun ladies. I bid you good night.

PAIGE

Well this is great. Just great.  If I could get my hands on that son of a bitch, he’d be the one in hell.  What did I do to deserve this?  I did everything….

MILLIE

Well, what about me?  How’d you like to spend eternity six months pregnant?  Fucking little bastard never stops kicking.  And my back… .  My breasts…..

LESLIE 

Well at least you had the chance to have a kid.  Michael was my life and….

VERONICA

Shut up.  All of you.  Just shut up.  I’ve got to think.

LESLIE 

Give me a couple of those books.  I’ll figure it out and I’m outa here. 

	Leslie reaches out and grabs at the books.

PAIGE

Wait.  What if you get two of the good stories?  That leaves one of us going to hell for sure.  I’m not willing to take that chance.

VERONICA and MILLIE

That’s right.  

MILLIE

Put them in a line.  We draw numbers.  Each takes the numbers given.  Let’s get started.  I really gotta pee.  I can’t hold it much longer.

PAIGE  

No.  We have to think this through.  We gotta get it right.  What if all this is a trick?  I mean, look at who we’re dealing with.  Lucifer.  The King of lies.  What if it’s God testing us?  If we make a deal with the devil we’re sure to go to hell.  I think we should throw the books into the fire.  

VERONICA

No!!  Don’t do that.  If it’s a test.  We should at least know exactly….

PAIGE

That’s right.  We have to make an informed decision.  Not be hasty.  We don’t have much time.

LESLIE  

Okay hotshot.  What do you think we should?

PAIGE

What do I think?  Well, we should at least get to know each other.  Figure out how we got where we are.  The clock doesn’t start to tick until tomorrow.  What time is it? 

MILLIE

I don’t have a problem with that.

VERONICA  

Well…. It seems to me….

LESLIE

I don’t know….

VERONICA

And we should read the books.  Figure out which apply best to each of us.  That’d give all of us a better chance.  

MILLIE

I don’t know how to read..  

LESLIE

Oh, come on.  It’ll take months. We have four days.  Just give me a couple of books

PAIGE

What’s your hurry?  Got a hot date?  Go ahead.  Take your damn books.

LESLIE

No.  But I know  Michael is up there waiting for me.  I….

PAIGE

How do you know?

LESLIE

I just do.

VERONICA

You don’t know anything.

LESLIE

Yeah?  What makes you so smart?  Who the hell are you anyway? I just want to get out of here.

VERONICA

We all do.  Stop whining.  

LESLIE

I’m not whining.

PAIGE

You’re whining.

LESLIE

Fuck you

MILLIE

Shut up.  We’re not getting anywhere.  Three of us agree.  If you don’t want go along with us.  Well, go ahead.  Pick your damn books.  We don’t need you anyway.

LESLIE

Oh for God’s sake.  Okay.  So, Miss dairy queen.  Who are you and how did you get here?

MILLIE

I’m Millie.  I’m sixteen years.  You’re right.  I’m a milk maid.  My da’ was Duke Worthington’ gardener a few years back.  It was just him and me.  We lived in a nice little cottage. About a year and a half ago…. Actually, a lot longer than that.  What year is this?

PAIGE

2008

MILLIE

Oh my goodness.  A whole lot longer.  When I turned fourteen I was given the job in the dairy.  I liked it.  Something soothing about leaning against a cow and thinking about things as you milk.

LESLIE

That’s disgusting

VERONICA

Shut up.  Let her talk.

MILLIE

The Duke’s younger son, Geoffrey started comin’ around at the end of the day, wantin’ to walk me home.  

PAIGE

I know where this is heading.

MILLIE

My da’ didn’t want him to but I didn’t see the harm.

PAIGE

Oh my God. What an idiot! 

LESLIE

Shut up.

MILLIE

I told him to stop and he was so hurt.  He was a fine, winsome chap. Handsome.  Quick with his tongue, too.

VERONICA

I’ll bet.

MILLIE

I meant he was funny.  He didn’t try anything until mid-summer’s night. Geoffrey said he just wanted a few dances with me.  He told me I was prettier than anyone of the ladies.  So we went off dancin’ a bit.  I drank the mead, ‘n he was drinkin’ whiskey.  On the way home he said he had to stop in the barn.  Make sure the animals were tucked in.  The groom was at the party and the stable boy was sound asleep.

LESLIE

So he lured you into the stable?  What a bastard.

MILLIE

No, he was no bastard.  He was the Duke’s son pure and simple.  But he wouldn’t inherit.  His brother, Michael was first born.  So Geoffrey had to find a way to make it on his own.

VERONICA

A rat bastard.  Go on.

MILLIE

Well, the animals were all safe.  Geoffrey started kissing me.  I though the world of him.  He said he couldn’t stand the whey-faced twit the Duke had in mind for him to marry.  He was all full of plans about how to make his own way.  He was going to join the regiment.  He said he’d take me with him.

PAIGE

You believed every word of it, didn’t you?  Poor little fool.  It was statutory rape.  That’s what it was. 

MILLIE

No.  It weren’t rape.  It was never….  The lovin’ was wonderful.  I thought I was the luckiest girl in the world. 

LESLIE

Then what happened?

MILLIE

He kept coming to the barn.  I’d stay late with him.  My da’ got wind of it somehow.  Probably the rotten little stable boy.  He whipped me soundly, and….

PAIGE

He whipped you?  That’s inhuman…..

MILLIE

Inhuman?  No he were just trying to beat some sense into me.  I should have listened.  We weren’t noble but we were from good stock and with sound morals.  Well, the next midsummer’s night I was all excited.  I thought we’d have a dance or two and I was hoping he’d remember the anniversary.  But I when I went to meet him he wasn’t in our favorite spot.  I didn’t see him at all that night.  Two days later I heard he was marrying the girl he told me he despised.  He didn’t even have the guts to come and tell me.  My da’ said it were all for the better but my bleedin’ had stopped.  I knew I was trouble deep.  
But I still thought he loved me and thought maybe he’d not marry the girl or at least would do something to help me.  One day I caught up with him when he was on his way to the carriage.  He was going into London to see his lady.  When I told him I was pregnant he said “why was I coming to him with my problems?”  He said acted like he didn’t know me.  When I started to cry.  He said “oh for Gods sake girl.  Buck up.  It’s not the end of the world.  You’re not the first maid I’ve gotten “up the spout,” and you won’t be the last.”

I went all cold.  I couldn’t bear telling da’ -- the scandal.  I pretended I wasn’t pregnant for as long as I could.  I was six months gone when the stable boy looked at me and said “you’re putting on a bit of weight there Millie. You got a man to marry you?  I would but I’m too young for you.”  There was nothing else to do so I hanged myself in the barn that night.  I was so angry....  I wanted to make Geoffrey and all of his line suffer.  So I put a curse on him and haunted him and his children.  Geoffrey’s first born drowned in the pond beyond the barn. His other son Thomas inherited when Geoffrey died of a heart attack.  Thomas had a girl and a boy.  Twins. I haunted them too. When they died it was the end of their line.  So here I am.  Damned, I guess.  I’m sorry for it.  I should have let it go when I died.”

LESLIE

Wow.  That’s creepy. 

MILLIE

So what’s your story?

LESLIE  

Mine’s just plain bad luck.  My name’s Leslie.  I’m 25 years old.  Well, that’s what I was when I died.  I met Michael at Woodstock.

MILLIE

What’s Woodstock?

LESLIE

Woodstock was a big music festival that happened in 1970 (CHECK THIS).  It was a three day festival.  All of the best musicians in the world gathered for the sake of peace and love.  It was incredible.  Dylan, Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Crosby, Stills..  Peace, love and rock and roll.  That’s what makes the world go ‘round.  If the he Beatles hadn’t broken up and John Lennon wasn’t assassinated, well, the world would have been….

PAIGE

Oh, come on.  The Beatles were plugged by the British government to get people’s mind Philby and MacLean and the cold war.  John was going to spill the beans so he was assassinated.  It was just a fluke that they made such a big hit in the states.  That scene when they flew in – they hired half of the girls.  The others got all excited and….

LESLIE

Oh no.  You’re nuts.  That’s not true.  You’re a fucking liar.  Take it back.  You’re a conspiracy freak.  You think there were two gun men on the shady knoll and that the government’s hiding the fact that aliens have been watching us for thousands of years.

PAIGE

Precisely.  And what I know about the Twin Towers….

VERONICA

What on earth are you guys talking about?

MILLIE

Why would the king care about musicians?  Spys, okay.  But musicians?  That’s ridiculous.

LESLIE

Is not.  You just don’t know….

MILLIE

Is too.  What do you know about royalty?

PAIGE

We’re not talking royalty, we’re talking government.  They’ve got their hands into everything and…..

VERONICA

What does it matter?  Come on.  We’ve got to focus.  We don’t know each other’s names and we’re at each other’s throats.  That’s just what Lucifer wants.  I’m not going to spend eternity listening to you guys squabble.

MILLIE

She’s right.  I told you my tale.  What’s your story?

VERONICA

It’s not much of a story.  It’s actually kind of sickening.  My name’s Veronica.  I was raised to be a rich man’s wife.  Oh, and a mother, of course.  I grew up in Main Line, Philadelphia.  The first words I remember were “sit up straight, be a lady, how are you going to catch a good man wearing a dirty shirt?  If you frown your face is going to freeze like that.”  I was taught just enough about a lot of stuff to get by.  Piano lessons when I was four years old.  Ballet from age six until twelve.   I went to private schools, where I was taught about comportment and manners and how to handle servants.   I loved to read, and puzzles and arithmetic.  Oh, and I loved to sing but….  Anyway.  When I graduated from Riverview I had a year as a debutant.  Every day I had to dress right and listen to old women chatter about how blue their blood was and which gentlemen were meant for which girl.  Every night there was a  dinner or a dance or a party.  Terribly boring. I was supposed to marry Chad who was nasty creep.  After the midsummer dance he drove us to the Jersey shore.  He was tired of all the fuss and stuff.  So we walked on the beach for a while.  He started kissing me.  I didn’t like it much.  I told him to stop.  He didn’t.  When I tried to get away from him he started slapping me – not enough to leave a mark.  Well, he raped me.  I wanted to kill him.  He laughed.  “What’s the big deal?” he said.   He said I ought to get used to it.  We were going to have a long and happy marriage.  “The first time’s always hard for a girl.  But now it’s out of the way, everything would be just fine.”

After all that I had to go with him to get home.  The next night I sneaked out my bedroom window.  I stole some clothes from my brother. I drove out of the garage with the lights out.  I went to a bar.  I met a really nice, gorgeous man.  Tony.  We played billiards and I won.  We got a table and talked for a while.  He was completely different from Chad. He listened to me.  He was funny and smart and very sexy.  We started seeing each other on the sly.  He never tried to take advantage of me.  HE treated me like a lady.  I fell in love with him…..

PAIGE

So what happened?  

VERONICA

Tony asked me to marry him. I asked him how would he support me.  He said it wasn’t a problem. He told me he cleaned septic tanks for a living.  It was his father’s business.  He’d take over managing it in a few years but until then he had to learn the business from the bottom up.  I was devastated.  How in the world would I tell people…?   I was disgusted and broke things off.  Then found out I was pregnant.  I went to Tony and told him about Chad.  Tony wanted to kill him.  But he found a doctor for me.   The doctor made a bad job of it I got sick and my parents found out.  They said I should buck up and keep my mouth shut.  Maybe I hadn’t ruined things.  Chad was still not engaged. I should have told them all to fuck off an gone with Tony but I didn’t have the guts.  So I slit my wrists.

PAIGE  

Eeewwe.  That’s awful.  Ya know, our stories are kind of similar.

VERONICA

Really?

PAIGE

Yeah.  My name’s Paige.  I’m…er, was, a lawyer.  I grew up on Long Island.  My parents were depression children.

MILLIE

What’s that?

PAIGE

I’ll explain later.  I got to get this out.  My father was incredibly talented.  He could do anything.  He was a carpenter, a plumber, an electrician….  Anyway, right before he married my mother he landed a very stable job.  Both of my parents were looking at age thirty with no mate and no kids.  They married in a hurry and didn’t know anything about each other. They came to despise each other.  My father was always terrified he’d loose his job and we’d be out on the streets.  My mother hated everything except beer, cigarettes and the kids.  Every weekend my mother would start drinking beer and taunting my father. They’d yell and scream at each other, throw things and always ended up beating each other up.  But the violence never spilled over onto us kids.  So, when I was a kid I was told over and over that education was everything. Career, career, career was all I heard.  But in the background my mom whispered get a good career you’ll catch a good man – not like your father. Then you’ll be happy.

Well, I was miserable.  I was scared of my mother and desperate to please my father.  My dad left for work every day at 7:45 and got home at 5:00 sharp in time for dinner.  Day after day, year after year.  Drudgery.  Finally, I got to college.  It was great..  My brother was working on his PhD in math and my sister got her nursing degree which came with a Mrs. Degree.  She caught a doctor on the way up and never looked back.  I decided to go to law school.  Everyone was thrilled.  I hated it but I thought it just went with the territory.  I thought work had to be grueling for it to mean anything.  I got good grades and passed the Bar first time.  But the market for lawyers was glutted and I couldn’t find a job for love or money. And all through this I was sure a white knight was going to charge in and life would be a fairy tale.  Maybe not tomorrow, but soon. I opened my own practice.  Lived on a shoestring.  Thing of it was, I was very shy.  I started taking court appointments – defense cases in juvenile delinquency and child neglect.  I was terrified of doing “real law.”  I figured I couldn’t mess up in kiddie court.  I was scared of trials, prosecutors, judges.  The pay was horrible.  Taxes and student loan payments broke my back.  Finally I landed a job in a ‘real’ law firm.  I did dull, dull, dull, probate work.  So I started getting loaded every night after work.  A fifth of vodka a day.  I managed to hide it.  Then I made a huge mistake.  I started sleeping with one of the partners.  In all honesty, I didn’t want to work.  I wanted to drink and take on as little responsibility as possible. Where was my white night?  The affair went sour.  On the seventh anniversary of my being hired my lover called me into his office. He told me I wasn’t partner material.  I was a looser and a drunk.  It was time for me to move on.  Move on to what?

I commuted to work by subway.  I spent the afternoon in my office swilling vodka.  On the way home I waited for the train and jumped.

MILLIE

Jesus.

LESLIE

Man.  That was a statement.  Good for you!! 

PAIGE

Good for me?  No.  That’s what got me here.

LESLIE 

You should have shot the bastard.  That’s what you should have done.

VERONICA

Huh uhn.  Then she’d have been toast.

MILLIE

But she would have paid him back.

PAIGE

Yeah.  Then God would have put me and slime ball in the same room for eternity.  

LESLIE

Okay.  It’s my turn.  I’m Leslie.  I was a hippie.  Free love, peace, sex and rock and roll.  Well.  Sex and rock and roll first then love and peace.  I saw the Beatles on Ed Sullivan and my life was changed.  I  worshiped them.  Still do. I came from an average family.  Life in the ‘burbs was so borrrring.  I had to move.  I knew if ever got to meet Paul McCartney he’d fall in love with me.  Well.  That was my fantasy.  I got caught up in the drug culture.  I dropped out of school and started following the bands.  I met some….  Okay.  I was a groupie.  I thought I was Lucy in the Sky.  You know.  I tripped a lot.  I was used a lot.  But I went to Woodstock and met this incredible guy.  Michael.  He was naked and covered in mud when I first saw him.




Lucifer's Library



MILLIE

Yuck.  That’s almost as bad as the cess….  

VERONICA

Hey.  Tony was clean.  Every time I smell Ivory soap I think of him.  Just because he cleaned…..

MILLIE

Sorry.

LESLIE 

It was love at first sight.  He played guitar and had a band.  I traveled with him for years.  Took a lot of acid but never hard drugs.  I never shot up.  I just bounced around with the gang.  Michael loved me, too.  He did.  But the guys passed groupies around.  That’s just what they did.  Then one night there was this outdoor concert.  There was a thunder storm was brewing.  I watched the lightening.  What a trip.  The storm got really bad.  The Roadies wanted to pull the plug on the concert but it was the best gig they’d had in a long time.  So they kept playing.  The stage was hit by lightening.  Michael was electrocuted.  Oh God.  He just lit up like a sparkler.  I was in the first row, not on stage.  I thought it was the most beautiful thing….  I didn’t know….  I didn’t know.  

When I came down Kevin, the drummer, told me Michael was dead.  I freaked out.  They had to tie me down to move on to the next show.  Kevin was a nut case.  He was on meth.  His teeth were rotted out and he weighed about 140 pounds.  But I’d been with him once or twice – when he asked Michael.  Mike said it would be good for the band.  Help keep Kevin grounded.  When I came out of it Kevin said he’d inherited me.  I was so mad.  I was sick.  God.  I was so sick.  So I asked the roadie, who was our pusher - he got us whatever drugs we wanted – to get me some smack.

VERONICA

Smack?

LESLIE

Heroin.

VERONICA

Oh. 

LESLIE

I knew how to shoot a line.  No big deal.  I cooked up the whole mess and put myself out of my misery. 

MILLIE

Why didn’t you go home?

VERONICA

Why didn’t you kill Kevin?  He deserved it.

LESLIE 

No.  He was just a dip shit.  Not worth killing.  My family didn’t want anything to do with me.  You didn’t go to your dad.

MILLIE

That’s different.  I was a disgrace.

LESLIE 

So was I.

PAIGE

I see why Lucifer’s interested in us.  We have a lot in common.

ALL OF THEM 
.
Yeah.

MILLIE

So what now?

PAIGE

We read the books.

MILLIE

Who gets what?

VERONICA

I don’t think it matters.  Here, I’ll take this.

MILLIE

What about me, I can’t read.

LESLIE

Just take one.  Open it.  See what you can see.  Lucifer wouldn’t have brought you here if you couldn’t be part of this.

MILLIE

Okay.

	Millie grabs a book, opens it. I can’t do this.  I can’t.  Da’ said women weren’t meant to read.  

LESLIE

That’s crap.  Do you know your letters?

MILLIE

Yes.  ABCDEFGHIJK….


MILLIE

Oh.  So what’s the deal about letters?

LESLIE  

Look at your book.  You see a bunch of letters grouped together?

MILLIE

Yeah.  I’m not stupid.  I know milk.  It’s MILK.  And I know Millie.  MILLIE.  EARL.  DAD.  Wait a minute.  I think I CAN read!!  This is pictures of a fairy.  That word there.  FAIRY.  Right?  Am I right?

LESLIE

Yeah.  Go on.

MILLIE

Miss E..  Eliza…, Elizabeth and the Fairy…  

LESLIE

King.  You must have gotten some education when you died.  It’s a fairy tale.  It has a lot of pictures.  It must be yours.

MILLIE

This is exciting.  

She pulls her chair closer to the fire.

MILLIE

I’m going to enjoy this.

LESLIE

Alright, I’ll take this one.

Paige  and Leslie each grab a book.  They all settle before the fire and read.

SCENE TWO

VERONICA

I’m done

PAIGE

Me too

MILLIE

I was done hours ago.

LESLIE

Who wants to go first?

MILLIE

I will.  Miss Elizabeth is a young lady.  She lives in a cottage with her dad.  He tells her time and time again not to go into the hills.  He says the fairy people will get her if she does and that they may look pretty but they’re a plague to humans.  So of course, Elizabeth is curious about the fairies.  Scared, but curious.  It had been raining for a week.  Elizabeth is bored.  So around tea time this day the sun comes out. Elizabeth decides to take a walk.  It’s so pretty out she wanders farther than she should.  She sees it’s getting dark and starts to hurry back.  But she trips and falls.  She tumbles down a hill and is stunned. She lands in a beautiful glen.  She tries to get up but her ankle is broken.  Night’s falling and she’s terrified.  She knows the fairies are going to get her.  So she tries to crawl up the hill.  She hears gentle laughter behind her.  

Voice from the other side of door 1.

“Stay where you are, little one.  You’ll hurt yourself more if you don’t stop.”  

MILLIE

She stops, trembling.  A dashing youth flies up the hill.  He lands next to her.  

“You’re a fairy.  Please.  Don’t hurt me.”  

“Why would I hurt you? You’ve done enough damage yourself.”   

MILLIE

He touches her face.  They both feel a great spark.  A lightening bolt, Elizabeth thinks.  But no.  He felt it too.  

“What is this?  [He asks himself.]  She’s a girl.  I can’t have anything to with her.  But I can’t just leave her here.”  

MILLIE

He pulls her up.  Sets her on her feet.  They kiss.  It’s like the world stopped.  It’s magic.  

“What’s you name?  Where do you live?”

“I’m Elizabeth Treefellow..  I live with my da’ in a cottage…..

”Treffel!ow!” [he curses silently].   “That’s the rotter who’s killing the forest.  How could such a nice, pretty girl be a spawn of that home wrecker.”  

MILLIE

He stiffens.  He heals her foot and flies her home, silently, angrily.  The flight was the most exciting, exhilarating thing that ever happened to her.  But she feels his anger.  

“What did I do wrong?”

When they get to the cottage the fairy sets her on her feet, bows.  He’s about to take off.  

“What did I do?  I didn’t do anything wrong.  I love you.  I don’t even know you name.  Will you please, at least tell me your name?”  

“I’m King Ravensilk.  That’s my forest you dad’s destroying, Treefellow.”  

“No.  Never.”  

MILLIE

She morns for him and he can’t get her out of his mind.  She follows her father and watches him fell tree after tree.  She goes out to the forest every evening looking for Ravensilk.  Then her father’s killed by a huge old oak.  Elizabeth goes to the Earl and asks him to put a stop to the tree felling.  He agrees, but only if she becomes his mistress.  Ravensilk’s so happy that the tree-felling was at an end but he curses Elizabeth for being a whore.  He didn’t know that her virginity was the cost.  Elizabeth waits every night at the window hoping to see her fairy king.  Her health fails.  Ravensilk learns she’s dying and goes to her.  He overhears someone say what she did for the fairies.   He flies away with her.  They have a beautiful wedding and she starts having babies.”

LESLIE

That’s beautiful

PAIGE

Romantic crap.

VERONICA

What?

PAIGE

There is no fairy King and there’s no happy ending.  Except in my book….

LESLIE

Go ahead.  What’s your book about?.

VERONICA

Okay.  It starts out with Miranda, a little Tom boy, living with her mother in the guest house of a great mansion.  Miranda’s mother Sally is a single mother.  She was destitute when her car broke down in at the gates of the estate.  The Windsor family takes her and Miranda in.  They give Sally a job in the estate’s nursery.  Sally carries a grudge against the family because she thought they thought she was common.  She warns Miranda about the family.  Miranda doesn’t care.  She’s never going to get married.  The family really loves Miranda.  Except for Sam.  He’s eight years older than her and teases her about being such a Tom boy.  But she fall in love with him.  He goes away to school.  She doesn’t see him for four years.  When he come back she’s all grown up.  She’s beautiful.  Sam sees her in at a party and asked her to dance.  He doesn’t recognize her.  When they step out on the dance floor and he took her in his arms they felt this shimmer.  It’s electrifying.  Sam thinks she’s the most wonderful girl in the world.  Miranda’s coy.  After the dance they step out onto the balcony.  They kiss.  It’s like a nuclear fusion.  Miranda know they were meant to be together.  She starts to tell him who she is and how she waited for him.  But as she started to speak, Anna, a lovely, cold, blond walks up.

VOICE from door number 2.

 “There you are.  Sam.  I’ve been looking everywhere for you.  Look.  The ring is just beautiful.  I can’t wait until we….”

  Miranda’s face turns bright red.  

“Who’s this?” purrs the blond.  

VERONICA

Miranda turns and runs.  

VOICE from the door

“Well.  That was interesting.  What did you do to her?”  

“Shut up, Anna.  I don’t like it when you purr.  You sound like a God damn house cat.”  

“Well.  I never.”  

VERONICA

Anna stalks off.  Sam gets drunk.  He runs off the road on the way back to Anna’s place.  Anna’s okay.  But Sam’s head hits the windshield.  He’s in a coma for four months.  Miranda’s been slipping into the hospital every night.  She talks to him for hours.  She tells him everything.  She makes up stories.  She gets there early one day.  Anna’s leaving the hospital room.  

VOICE from the door

“They should pull the plug.  He’s never going to wake up and if he does, well, he’ll be a vegetable.”  

VERONICA

Anna leaves.  Miranda goes into the room.  She cries and cries.  She takes his hand.  

VOICE from the door.

“I’ll never let you go.”  

VERONICA

Same squeezes her hand.  

VOICE

“I felt that.  Sam.  I felt that.  Do it again.”  

VERONICA

He squeezes her hand again.  He wakes up.  Sees her.  

VOICE

“I remember you.  How do I know you?  Who are you?”  

VERONICA

Miranda calls for the doctor.  It’s a miracle.  They have hot and heavy sex in the hospital that night.  The next day Anna comes to visit.  Miranda overhears Anna saying 

VOICE

“I told mums to start planning the wedding.  I think a June wedding.  What do you think dear?”  

VOICE

“Anna, my love. You really were there for me.  I heard you talking to me when I was asleep.” 

VOICE

“You did?  Oh, of course you did.”  

VERONICA

Anna sees Miranda who’s hiding in a corner waiting for Anna to leave.  She goes out and confronts Miranda.  


VOICE

“Who are you?”   

VOICE

“I’m Miranda, you witch. You just want him for the money.” 

VERONICA

Anna bars the door so Miranda can’t get in.  

VOICE

Go away.  If I see you here again. …”  

Anna leaves.  Sam’s tired and wants to sleep.  

VOICE

Tell me a story, Anna.  You voice is so soothing.  

VOICE

“I have to go.  Wedding plans.  See you tomorrow.  Sam turns his face to the wall.  

VOICE

“You’re not her. I don’t know who you are.  Who was she?”  

VOICE

“She no one.  A nobody.”   

VOICE

“Go away, Sam says.  Just, leave.  I never want to see or hear from you again.  

VOICE

“It’s not over, you’re going to marry me whether you like it or not.

VOICE

 “I’d rather die.

VERONICA

Sam turns his back to the wall, goes to sleep.  The next morning he won’t wake up.  Two days later Miranda hears that Sam’s fallen back into a coma.  She rushes to the hospital.  She grabs his hand.  

VOICE

Wake up God damn it.  If you don’t wake up I’ll join you.  I will.  

Who are you?

I’m the little Tom boy.  Remember me?  I’m Miranda.  I’ve loved you for so long.  I’ll never let you sleep again.  

I love you too

VERONICA

They have gentle healing, sex.  They get married the next June.  Miranda starts having babies.

PAIGE

What is this?  It’ the same damn story.  Over and over and over. These are nothing but romance novels.  Fuck this.  Fuck this.

LESLIE

Wait.  You haven’t heard mine!

VERONICA

It’s the same thing though, isn’t it?

LESLIE

No.  Not really.  Kinda.  But the girl’s six months pregnant when the story begins.  She’s a colored girl.

MILLIE

A what?

PAIGE

African American.  A black girl.  Well.  That’s a twist.  Go on.

LESLIE

It’s 1995.  Her name’s Jacqueline.  She lives in Harlem.  She’s a very smart, pretty 16 year old.  She has a lot of musical talent.  Her momma’s boyfriend, Butch, starts to fiddle around with her when she’s 12.  She tells her momma.  Her momma slaps her and says she’s a lying, scheming slut.  

VOICE

“We got to have bread on our table,  girl.   Don’t go ‘round telling stories.  You want him to leave?  Then what we gonna do?  

You could go back to whorin’ Or sellin’drugs.  Give me a stake.  I’ll bring more in than that horny, old… fool….

You little bitch.

LESLIE

Her momma pulls out the extension cord and whips her butt.  So Jackie keeps her mouth shut and her eyes open.  She stays at school as much as possible.  Sleeps at friends houses.  Sometimes she sleeps on the street.  She meets a young blues player when she’s sixteen, Solo. He’s white.  He plays the sax and has a voice that’s pure magic.  He was gay….

MILLIE

What’s gay?

PAIGE

Shuss. 

LESLIE

So she felt safe around him.  And they really sing well together.  She joins the band.  She’s hardly ever home.  Solo sees her to the subway after every gig.  But one night Butch is waiting at the stop.  He sees her with Solo and goes crazy.  He beats Solo up and drags Jackie into his Cadillac.  

VOICE

You’re nothing but a ‘ho.  Just like your mamma.  And her momma before her.  

LESLIE

Butch beats Jacqueline up and rapes her.  Then he takes her home.  

VOICE

See what a nice little girl you have? He sneers.  I caught her kissing a white boy uptown..

LESLIE

Her mamma’s enraged.  

VOICE

Yeah, you’re pretty.  But you’re worthless.  High yella.  Who do you think you are fuckin’ white boys? What you gonna get but a big belly and a broken heart?  You stay where you belong, girl, or I’ll whip you so….  

LESLIE

Butch stands in the doorway laughing.  Jackie grabs a knife and stabs Butch.  She runs out of the house.  She’s caught by the police.  But the cop who got her was pure magic.  Black as night.  Tall.  Lean.  His name’s David. When he touches her she knows he’s the one for her.  He feels it too.  But she’s scared..  They struggle.  The struggle turns into an embrace.  They kiss. It was the best thing that ever happened to Jackie.

MILLIE

The kiss.

PAIGE

Yup.  Saw that coming a mile away.

PAIGE 

Shut up.  This is good stuff.  What happens?

Jackie gets put in a girl’s jail.  But David does some investigating.  He finds Solo who tells him everything.  

VOICE

Are you sure you don’t like men?  You sure are sumpthin.”  

David visits Jacqueline every day, bringing flowers.  He gets the charges dropped and bugs social services to find her a good foster home. He gets an audition at Juilliard.  She’s accepted.  But she’s pregnant.  It’s Butch’s bastard child.  She’s ashamed.  She tries to seduce David.  He gets disgusted.  She’s too young.  What about her career?  He won’t have anything to do with her sexually.  And who the hell was she sleeping with anyway?  

VOICE

You’re just like….

Don’t you dare say it.  I can’t believe that’s what you think.  I love you.  I trusted you.  You threw it all in my face.  Just like my mamma?  What are you gonna to do now?  Beat me up?  Rape me.  Go ‘head.  Been there.  Done that.  Just go away.  I never want to see you again.  

LESLIE

David goes off.  Solo follows him.  

VOICE

What’s wrong with you?  He shouts.  She the best little girl. You’re not worth shit….  I’ll marry her and I’ll raise that fucker’s bastard.”  

Who?  Just tell me who?  I love her.

Figure it out.  If you love her you’ll get it.”  

LESLIE

David stews for a while. Then one night he’s in his car.  He see Jackie.  Butch has her.  She has a gun  

VOICE

You fucking bastard,  I’ll kill and then I’ll kill your little bastard baby.  

LESLIE

David rushes to the rescue.  They have hot, torrid love that night.  They bare their souls.  Sleep for a while.  Then make long, healing love.  They get married.  She has the baby.  

VOICE

After he’s grown, David whispers, you can start your singing career. 

LESLIE

That’s it.  Very different.

	The other women shake their heads.  

PAIGE

No it’s not.  It’s the same damn plot.

LESLIE

Ya know, you’re right.  I didn’t see it.  Now what?

VERONICA

I don’t know.  I’m tired.  Let’s give it a rest.



SCENE II

LUCIFER

Girls, girls, girls.  What are you doing lying around?  I thought you’d be out there changing history.  

MILLIE

You sneaky little devil.  You set us up.  They’re all the same.

VERONICA 

Yeah.  You’re playing us for fools.  We’re happy here.

OTHERS

Yeah.  We don’t need men.  

LUCIFER

I’m hurt.  I’m sorry you feel that way.  But that’s not the deal.  You don’t get to stay here.  If you want to go…..  (points to the fireplace)  That’s your way out.  Up or down.  Doesn’t matter to me at all.  Not one bit.  Turns to leave. You have four days.  Or, well, have a nice eternity.

WOMEN  

WAIT.  WAIT.  We’re tired.  We didn’t mean….

LUCIFER

Do what you want.  Good night girls.  

The fire roars and crackles.  It reaches out and catches Paige’s leg.

PAIGE

Oh shit!  I’m on fire!  Help me!  

The women grab Paige and pull her away from the flames.  They pull her pants off which are ablaze.  They throw the pants into the fire.

VERONICA [sarcastically]

That was fun. 

	The clock, which has been silent, starts to tick.

MILLIE

Okay.  I say we grab a play and jump.  We don’t have time to read them.  I don’t; want to end up in hell.  I REALLY DON’T WANT TO GO THERE.  

LESLIE

CALM DOWN.  EVERYONE JUST CALM DOWN.  It’s not over.  We have choices.

PAIGE

Choices.  Yeah, I guess.   He’s trying to scare us.  He wants us to make mistakes.  He doesn’t care a thing about us.  He just wants our souls.  We gotta stick together.  There are four books left.   Let’s see.  Gone With the Wind.  I always thought Rhett Butler was a snake in the grass.  He taught her everything he knew and then despised her for being just like him.  Paige opens the book. You know?  I think I can work with this.

A door appears.  I guess that’s my ticket out.  

	Paige walks through the door and disappears. 

MILLIE

Who’s Rhett Butler?  I’m missing something here.

LESLIE  

What’s this one?  Anna Karenina.  Yeah.  Another classic.  I ain’t standing in front of no train.  And it will be COOL in Russia.

Another door opens.  Leslie disappears.

Veronica picks up a book.  

VERONICA

Lady Chatterley’s lover.  

She’s gone.

MILLIE

What’s this?  Tess of the D’….
SCENE III

Lucifer ushers four men into the room which the women just vacated.  They are naked.  There is costume on hook at each door the women have just passed through.  There are eight books, a chess board and a deck of cards on the table.


LUCIFER

Come on in gentlemen.  Make yourselves at home.  Come on..  Don’t take all day about it.  I have a tight schedule.  I took time out for you but I don’t have much time.

THE MEN

Who are you?  What the fuck is this?  (and so on for several minutes)


LUCIFER

You had your chance.  Lucifer exits.

The fire roars.  The men jump back.

DION
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WAIT.  WAIT.  

The others chime in.  Come back.

NICK

We want to hear your proposal.  You didn’t give us enough time to decide.

LEO

That’s right.

	Lucifer re-enters.

LUCIFER

I thought you’d listen to reason.  Here’s the deal.  All four of you were damned.  Truly fucked.  No chance for appeal.  

The fire roars again.

NICK

We get the picture.

LUCIFER

I heard about your cases.  They interested me.  I intervened.

.DION

Big of you.

LUCIFER	

Was that sarcasm?

DION

No.  I meant it.  Thanks.  So we stay here a while.  Settle in.  Then off to the golden light.  Right?




Lucifer's Library



LUCIFER

Not exactly.   See those books?  There’s eight of them.  Four are a chance for salvation, the other four, damnation.  Two games.  Two of you play a game of chess.  The other two, poker.  Your choice.  At the end of the game the losers start out with nothing, the winners start out with all that they want or need.  Money, power, sex., whatever.  Tonight you play.  You have four days starting at tomorrow at 9:00 am to redeem yourselves.  Goodnight gentlemen.  Tick tock

	Lucifer exits.  The men grumble and argue.  It escalates.  They fight.  They try to kill each other.  

DION

STOP.  GOD DAMNIT STOP.  This isn’t getting us anywhere.  

	The men settle down.

NICK

What do you suggest, pretty boy?  

DION

Go fuck yourself.  I wouldn’t touch you with a ten foot pole.

NICK

You don’t have a pole.  You have a four inch pecker.

LEO

Shut up.  You’re both motherless sacks of shit.

DION

How dare you!  Who the fuck do you think you are?

NICK

I know who I am.  What the fuck are you?

DION

I’m Dion.  I’m an artist.  And I don’t belong here with you brutes.

NICK

Brute?  Better that than the Sugar Plum Fairy.

ALEX

Goddamn it STOP.  Shut the fuck up.  We have work to do.

DION

So who are you, big boy?  Leader of the Pack?

ALEX

Yes.  Exactly.  I’m Alex Lord.

LEO

Lord huh.  If you’re the Lord, get us out of here.

ALEX

Shut up.  I’m CEO of Pan global Enterprises.  No one can beat me. I have more power than…. 

DION

Not anymore.  Okay, sugar.  You want to try to beat me at chess?  Come on.  Show me what you’re made of.

LEO

I guess we play poker.  Perfect.  This is going to be fun

NICK

You think so?  Okay.  Cut the deck.

The evening passes.

DION

Checkmate.

ALEX

Well played.  I’d never have thought….

DION

I’m gay.  That doesn’t make me a pussy.

Lucifer enters.

LUCIFER

That’s it.  Times up.  

THE MEN

Wait.  We haven’t finished.

LEO

Yeah

The fire roars.

LEO

Alright.  Draw.  High card wins.  You shuffle.

NICK

Okay.

He draws a two.

LEO

Well, that settles it.

NICK

Not necessarily.  Draw.  Two of hearts is high.

Leo draws a card.

LEO

King.

LUCIFER

That’s settled.  Go on.  Pick a book.

They pounce on the pile of books.  Another fight ensues.

LEO

STOP.  If we don’t we’re going to fight forever. That’s what he wants.  This isn’t purgatory.  This is Hell. I couldn’t stand a week here, much less eternity.

ALEX

He’s right.

DION

So you have a solution?  What, may I ask is your solution?

LEO

It doesn’t make sense for us to grab two books and go.  Someone will get two salvations and the rest of us are fucked.  We’ve got to have a plan.  Maybe if we figure out why we’re here….

ALEX

On hold.

LEO

So to speak.

NICK

I’m listening.

DION

I don’t know.  I’m not like you guys.  I’m a fag.  I was damned from the start.

LEO

That’s crap.  There’s nothing wrong about being gay.

DION

Tell that to my old man.  It’s his fault I’m gay.

ALEX

Go on.  Tell us your story.

DION

I’m Dion.  I was raised Catholic.  I was the youngest of four kids and I was an accident.  My father didn’t want anymore kids.  He was a brute.  There wasn’t room in the house for a nursery but there was a large closet in the master bedroom.  That’s where I slept until I was ten years old and my brother, Paul, left for college.  When I was very young the closet was fine.  It was close to my mother.  She’d sing me to sleep before my father came up to bed. Or she’d let me sleep between the two of them when I was frightened by a thunder storm or sick.  But that stopped.  I wet the bed one night and my father took me out and whipped my behind.  That was the last time I slept with them.  After that I had a hard time sleeping. I’d lie awake all night.  Sometimes in the middle of the night I’d hear mom and dad making noises like animals.  The bed rock.  I was afraid that my father was hurting mom. I asked her one day when I was I was six years old.  We were shopping for school supplies. My mom started crying.  “My baby’s growing up.”  It was humiliating.  In the car on the way home I asked if I could move in to my brother’s room.  “No,” mom said.  “Paul needs his space.  He has to study.  He’s going to go to become a priest and make us all proud.  “Maybe Christina and Marie could share a room until Paul leaves.”  What’s this about?”  Mom asked.  “I hear things at night when I’m in the closet.  Does he hurt you mom?  What does he do to you?  I can make him stop.  Or I’ll tell Paul.”  “Oh for heaven’s sake, Dion.  That’s just mommy and daddy giving each other pleasure.” “Pleasure?  It doesn’t sound like pleasure. He’s all big and hairy.”  “You watched?  You little pervert!”  I got a whipping for that.  I sneaked out and went to Saint James.  I told father Mark.  He comforted me.  I swear, that’s all he did.  I got home late and got another whipping.  

The next day my teacher, Father Xavier, saw my black eye and busted lip.  He called me in and asked me what happened.  I didn’t say anything.  What good would it have done?  I had to live under my parent’s roof and I had to sleep in the closet.  I started spending a lot of time at church.  Father Xavier was so great.  He called my mother and asked her to come in for a meeting.  Mom cried a lot and promised to protect me.  She said she couldn’t leave my dad.  She had no money.  No place to go.  What would happen to the family?  What family? Father Xavier said under his breath.   But mom told dad and said he’d better leave me alone.  She moved the girls into the larger of the bedrooms.  I got a room of my own. But dad had only paused to catch his breath.  A few months later he really lit into me.  Father Mark walked me home.  He wanted to talk to dad about having me sent away to school.  I was scared.  Father Mark hugged me, and kissed my head.  Let’s get this over with, he said.  Dad saw us hugging.  He called Father Mark a pervert.  He started punching.  He was drunk and a lousy fighter.  Father Mark warded off the blows.  But one connected. Father Mark’s nose spurted with blood.  Father Mark lost his temper.  He knocked my dad flat.  It was so great.  The next day my dad took me to the Bishop at St. James.  He told Bishop Thomas that Father Mark was a pervert.  “Look what he did to my son.”  He showed the Bishop the black eye.  And that’s not all.  “I’m going to take Dion to the police and have them give him a full examination.  It’s on your head if they find my boy’s been buggered.”  “No, I cried.  Dad’s lying.  Father Mark didn’t touch me.  It was my father. He did it.  Don’t listen to him, my father said.”  “Father Mark’s a pervert.  Rotten to the core, just like the rest of your damned church..  I’m taking Dion home..  Well get things settled.”  Dad beat me.  He said he’d have Father Mark arrested if I didn’t go along with the story.  I didn’t know what to do.  

We went back to St. James’s the next day.  Dad said he was going to sue the church.  “Go ahead, “he shouted at me.”  Tell what Father Mark did.  I couldn’t speak.  I couldn’t get anything out.  “See? said my dad.  He’s so scared he can’t even talk.”  The bishop sighed.  He called for Father Mark to come into the office and told him what was up.  Father Mark was crushed.  I should have said something.  I should have gone back and told the Bishop the truth.  Something. I was too scared of my father and too humiliated.  About a month later a little girl accused a priest in the next parish of fondling her.  The shit hit the fan.  Word got out about my dad’s allegations….  Father Mark was sent away. The stories kept growing.  They followed him around from parish to parish.  I was old enough to do something.  I discovered I loved men.  I was literally out of the closet.  I had a lover and was making was making my way as an artist.  I heard on the news that Father Mark shot himself in St. Mark’s confession room. He had a little girl with him   Her mother had just heard about the gossip against Father Mark.  Something snapped in me when I heard the story.  I got a gun.  I hunted my bastard father down and I shot him point blank.  Then I shot myself.

LEO

Horrible.  How sad.

ALEX

Oh come on.  We’ve heard that story over and over.  Poor little faggot.

NICK

Yeah.  Another “bad mommy” story.  You make me sick.

DION

Fuck you.

NICK

You ain’t got the balls.  I wouldn’t pack your shit for a million bucks. Life’s what you make of it.

DION

Yeah?  I showed you mine.  Now show me yours.

LEO

Yeah.  You look like a cold son of a bitch.  What brought you here?

NICK

Okay.  At least you had a mother.  And a father.  I was dumped in a garbage can when I was born.

DION

Oh.  Boo Hoo.

ALEX

Shut up.

NICK

I’m Nick. I was put up for adoption.  No takers.  I was passed from foster home to foster home.  Each one  was worst than the last. I never stayed more than two years.  I grew up tough.  Had to.  I’m an observer.  I watch and wait.  Take opportunities where I find them and make the best of them.  I started with nothing.  I didn’t bother no one unless they bothered me. I’d have been good at basketball but when I got revved up I’d feel this anger.  Anyone got in my way I knocked the shit out of them. I was a loner. By the time I was fourteen I had a long juvie sheet.  All property crimes.  When I was caught I’d play nice for the judge and the social workers.  Kiss ass for a few weeks until they stopped bothering me.  They were long gone before I picked up the next charge.  That went on for a while.  But I did well in school….  Ya see I had this one teacher.  She was a silly little thing.  Miss Molly.  Molly was her last name.  Reminded me of a rabbit.  She was young.  Not very pretty.  To me she was a goddess.  She kept on my ass.  Put me on detention.  Made me study.  Gave me extra work.  I had to use the library a lot and discovered I liked it.  I was getting tired of the street.  I skipped a grade.  Molly got me all excited about goin’ to college.  It’d been a year since I got into trouble.  I loved her.  I gave her a box of chocolate and card on Valentine’s day in my senior year and wrote I love you, Nick.  She got all teary-eyed when she read the card.  The group home where I lived was awful but the social worker helped me fill out applications to colleges and job opportunities. She was an Amazon. But pretty.  Regal.  Natasha.  A couple o’ weeks after graduation I got an acceptance letter from Brown University.  Shit.  Ivy League.  I was pumped up.  There were some financial aid forms I didn’t understand. They had to be returned fast.  Natasha wasn’t around.  And I didn’t want the rats in my house to find out I was going to college.  They would’ve ragged me big time.  I knew Ms. Molly’s phone number – got it from her  employment records a couple ‘a years ago.  So I called her.  I told her About Brown.  She was thrilled.  Didn’t ask how I got her number.  She wanted to take me out to dinner to celebrate after we finished the forms.  I wished we’d ordered pizza.  We went to an Italian restaurant.   She had a glass of wine with her spaghetti.  I drank Coke.  The food was great.  At least for me.  I’d never been inside a nice restaurant.  Just our luck there was another teacher.  Mr. Williams, at the restaurant.  He came over and say hello.  Low life bastard. Molly was terrified – sure she was going to lose her job.  I tried to reassure her but what did I know anyway?  She was crying when we left the restaurant.  We’d taken the subway to the restaurant.  We split up.  She didn’t want me to ride home with her. Anyway, on the way home she was mugged and raped.  I don’t know how the news spread.  But I found out she was in the hospital.  I went to see her. Brought her flowers. She was a mess but all smiles.  I passed Mr. fucking Williams on my way out.  What a smug bastard.  He told the school board I was “seeing” Ms. Molly.  There was a huge stink but it was resolved.  Molly kept her job.  A couple of the home boys got wind of the story.  They said If I could do her why couldn’t they?  I tried to warn Ms. Molly but part of the deal with the school board was that we stayed away from each other.  The hommies followed her the Friday nigh before I was supposed to start Brown.  They rapped her.  She died.  I went crazy when I found out.  I went after the brothers.  Almost beat the first one to death.  The other one left town.  But it was too late for me.  I was sure I was going to prison for life.  I refused to plead guilty.  I wanted the jury to hear the whole sorry mess.  I was found guilty but at sentencing the judge gave me a choice.  In light of my record I could join the military or spend ten to life in jail.  I ended up in the Navy Seals.  Did real well.  The CIA got interested in me.  They trained me to kill. I was good at my job.  Very good.  Finally I was tired of the killing.  My last assignment was to hit the head of a drug lord in Bogotá. Who shows up as his body guard?  The other brother who’d raped Ms. Molly.  I knew it was fate.  I could get my vengeance. The drug lord was a clean kill but I took my time on the brother.  The CIA found out and called my beyond redemption.  I didn’t last a year.  Sniper got me.  So here I am. What do you think?  Am I beyond redemption?

LEO

You did what you had to do.  No use complaining.  Mother fucker had it coming.  That’s what I think.  You’re more likely than the bastards that run the “Company” to be redeemed.

NICK

I dunno, I dunno.  So what’s your story?

LEO

I’m Leo. I’m a biochemist.  I’m also a magician, but I do that on the side.  Kids shows, parties.  That kind of thing.  I was total geek in school.  I was about 5’8 I junior high.  Thick glasses.  Crappy clothes.  I couldn’t see anything if it wasn’t under a microscope.  My  parents were thrilled.  IQ through the roof.  Another Mensa in the family.  They didn’t give a damn if I was happy or hungry or lonesome or hurt. They wanted a Nobel Prize winner. All I wanted to be was a superhero.  I wanted to have power.  Fly.  Have chicks a least give me more than a scornful glance.  I met very nice, older cousin the summer between junior high and high school , Jenny.  She wasn’t brainy but she was very well endowed.  [he pats his chest]  I learned a lot that summer. I blasted through high school in two years.  Went to MIT on a full scholarship.  I also grew a few inches and filled out.  Everything fell into place.  I had a different woman in my bed every night.  I got my PhD. when I was twenty-four.  I didn’t care as much for the science as for the power.  I needed something great.  Patentable.  Marketable.  I incorporated myself.  Wrote a lot grant proposals.  Everyone wanted me.  The NSA; the CIA; the FBI;  Interpol; corporations. I was all set to join a small biochemical research lab in California that had the potential for huge Department of Defense contracts when I was invited to a family reunion.  A gaggle of geniuses, my mother said.  I was hoping to see Jenny.  She wasn’t there.  No one would even talk about her.  But I overheard a conversation between my mother and one of my aunts.  Not Jenny’s mother.  I learned that Jenny was living in Toronto with “that little monster” she gave birth to.  “It looks like an alien,” my mother giggled.  “Why on earth did she keep it?  Ruined her life.  Can you imagine what the freak the father must have been?  She probably met him at a carnival. Jenny gave it up to anyone how looked at her twice.” “What are you are you talking about?  I asked.  “You remember Jenny,” my aunt said.  “You panted after her the whole summer you were 15.  Remember?  I’m surprised she didn’t give you a tumble or two.”  You sure wanted it.”  “I was furious. “You heartless fucking bitches.  That’s my child.  Mine”  My mother almost had a stroke.  It would have served her right.  “Where is she?”  “Now Leo.  You don’t want to get involved in that mess.  You have too much going for you. Let the past be the past.”  “No.  I want to see her.  If there’s anything I can do, I’ll do it.”  

She was living in a horrible shack.  The baby was four years old.  It had something called ‘Cat Syndrome’ because of the noises it made at birth.  I couldn’t bare looking at it but Jenny loved it.  She was half out of her mind.  She called it Leo. Maybe it would have died in a few weeks if I hadn’t shown up.  They don’t live long. But Jenny couldn’t take care of it any more. I didn’t know what to do.  I did some research.  Found there was a possibility that the baby could be “adopted.”  I knew what that meant.  Illegal medical research.  So I did what had to be done.  I sedated Jenny.  When she fell asleep I took the baby outside and twisted it’s neck.  Just like a little kitten.  I put the body in the freezer, got Jenny to a hospital for long term care. When she woke up she was broken hearted.  All she would say is where’s little Leo?  Where’s my baby?”   She cried and cried.  She didn’t know me. After I left I went back to the trailer, wrapped the baby up properly.  Then I set the trailer on fire.  Left and never looked back.  I visited Jenny in the beginning.  She never recognized me. I still went time to time but less and less.  I threw myself into work.  Made a shit load of money.  Left a string of women behind.  Didn’t matter. About ten years later I went to see Jenny.  She was an old crone.  A hag.  I had her discharged.  Ran the car off a bridge on the way home.  

ALEX

There seems to be a thread of similarity to our stories.

NICK

You think?  I don’t know about you all but I’m getting tired of this drivel.

ALEX

You had your say.  Shut up.  It’s my turn.  I’m Alexander Lord.

NICK

A fucking Lord.  If you’re a lord why don’t you get us out of this place?  I’d like to kill….

ALEX

You can’t kill me so would you please shut the fuck up?

NICK

I’d like to get my hands around Lucifer’s little neck.

ALEX

Lot of good that would do us.  Sit down and listen.  Maybe you’ll learn something.

ALEX

Like I said.  I’m Alexander Lord.  Friends call me Alex.  I’m a military brat.  My father was a career Army Officer. He went from 1st lieutenant to General in 15 years.  My mother was a housewife.  I had two younger brothers.  Troy and Ike.  We bounced from base to base and school to school my entire childhood.  God what an anal retentive, hard nosed bastard my dad was.  “Nothing shapes a man like the military.  He was Captain of his platoon in Viet Nam.  I’m surprised the enlisted men didn’t fragg his ass.  I researched his career and learned he put flank after flank after flank in harms way for the sake of a few hills.  He lost more men than any other officer in the Army.  He came home from the war mean and bitter but he was a good politician.  He married a General’s daughter.  That clinched him for promotion.  I was born in 1970 – an accident between tours of duty.  My brothers were born later. 1976 and 1978. When my father was home the house was spotless and we towed the line.  Out of order meant strict discipline.  He did white glove inspections.  If my mother fell short he beat the crap out of her.  Same with us.  SOP.  I had it drummed into me that I was meant to be a soldier.  Not a fucking chance.  I watched people and learned to sense their emotions.  If I knew how they felt I could manipulate them.  I was an angry kid but I saw how destructive anger was.  I studied The Art of War, Mien Kampft.  Anything I could lay my hands to learn how to have power. I played chess, learned Japanese and German.  Studied martial arts  I refused to strike out at my father.  He taunted me.  Called me a pussy and a wuss.  I didn’t fucking care.  I was short.  Five foot nine.  My father took this a personal insult from God.  You’ll never make it in the ranks,”  he said.  You’re too scrawny.  I bided my time.  Meanwhile I was having the time of my life.  Women sense power.  It has it’s own perfume. I got a full scholarship to Yale. A year at Oxford.  Then Harvard Law.  I met an extraordinary woman school, Rachael.  She was a radical feminist.  A martyr for the masses she called herself.  We could argue for hours about anything.  She was beautiful.  An inch taller than me.  She loved it.  Called me Napoleon.  Business came first of course, but I was in love.  The first time we made love I was startled to learn she had a prosthetic left leg.  She asked me if I was disgusted.  Not disgusted.  Surprised.  We could make love for hours in her funny, little loft apartment. I got picked by a big defense lobbying firm in DC.  It was perfect for my career.  Rachael got an offer at a banking firm in Manhattan.  My firm brokered massive defense department contracts.  I had a high level security clearance. Rachael visited me a few times in DC.  Of course I never took documents home.  We were in love.  Rachael convinced me to pull some strings and get her a job in the Department of Defense.  It worked out perfectly. But Rachael got pregnant.  She was furious.  She wanted to have an abortion.  I refused.  “What about my career.  How can I take care of a baby when I work 14 hours a day.?”  “It was your choice to come to DC.”  “I know.  But I’m stifling.  You’re the big Dick.  You want the baby, you take care of it.”  




Lucifer's Library



ALEX

Actually it was good timing.  I’d been wanting to start my own company.  I courted a few of the contractors I’d worked with.  It wasn’t easy. I wasn’t entirely ethical but you gotta do what you gotta  do.  It was a matter of power,  not money.  Always.  Except where the baby was concerned.  Rachael delivered Seth right on time with no complications.  She was up and about in a week.  Back at the job in two.  I worked from home.  My business grew. Rachael was working her way up the Defense Department ranks.  Pushing and shoving more like it.  She became ruthless.  Didn’t care who she stepped on.  But she was good at her job.  There was even talk of a cabinet position.  I never suspected a thing.  My company took off.  I opened an office down town and kept growing. Everything was great except Rachael was never satisfied.  She was an adrenaline junky.  She started staying overnight in the office.  Okay.  It was weird.  Two days after Christmas the FBI raided our house.  They’d had wire taps in the house and on the phone for two years.  Turns out Rachael worked for Mossad.  She was smuggling top secret documents in her prosthetic leg .  It would have been funny if it wasn’t so horrible.  A fucking spy.  In my house. And she’d hacked into my business. It looked like both of us were going to jail for a long time.  But the tapes pretty much exonerated me.  If I pled guilty to conspiracy they’d drop the treason charge. But I had to hang Rachael.  That was the damned thing.  I didn’t know anything.  Nothing. I opted for trial.  As did Rachael.  They decided to try me first, hoping my testimony would further indict Rachael.  All I could think about was Seth.  Poor kid. On the day I was acquitted Rachael was extradited to Israel.  Her fucking Mossad friends come through for her.  She took Seth with her.  Six weeks later  Rachel and Seth were killed by a suicide bomber.  My business was ruined.  I had every government agency from A to Z crawling up my butt.  I used a gun I found in Rachael’s sock drawer to shoot my head off. 

LEO

Yup.  Same story, over and over.  Honorable, abused, unloved, angry.  We all killed ourselves and took others with us.  So now what?  Are we all destined to repeat the pattern?  

	The Clock chimes nine times.  The fire, which had been low, bursts into life.

Lucifer has been standing at the door unnoticed for several minutes at the door.  He’s burdened with a pile of clothing.  He enters, sets the clothing on the table and applauds.  

LUCIFER

Touching.  So very, very touching.  My, my.  Who’d a thought a bunch of tough guys like you could be so sentimental?  So, are you ready to start the play?

DION

You’re such an asshole.

LUCIFER

OOH.  Harsh words from such a tender fellow?  I wonder which roles you’re you’ll select.

DION

Roles?

Lucifer points at the clothing.  8 costumes.  2 for each.  Go ahead.  Take a look.

He lounges in the doorway.  Lights a cigar.  The men start grabbing at the costumes. Pushing and shoving.  Satan’s laughing at the spectacle.

LUCIFER

Boys, boys, boys.  Time’s wasting.

ALEX

Put a lid on it.  Come on.  Let’s try to work together. 

Alex pulls one of the costumes free.  Superman. A ninja outfit with a sickle.  Death?  and a devil. 

LUCIFER

That’s my favorite.

DION

Shit head.  [pushes through and grabs a costume] Sherlock Holmes.  Another – the Jester

NICK

Merlin.  I like this one.

LEO

That’s mine.

NICK

Come on.  Take it from me.  Just try.

LEO  

Fuck you.  

	Leo grabs a suit.  A tuxedo?  James Bond maybe?

LUCIFER

Bingo.

DION

A knight. 

	Dion has a Superman and Sherlock Holmes.

DION

I can live with these.

	Leo snatches Death from Alex’s hands.  He now has Death and Robin hood, leaving Alex with  the devil and the Jester.

ALEX

I’m tired of Superman. 

	Alex sets Superman back on the table.  Nick has Merlin.

NICK

I want James Bond.

ALEX

Here.  Take it. That leaves me with the devil and the jester.  One and the same?

LUCIFER

Sometimes.  Everybody happy?

There are a few grumbles but they all seem pretty pleased.  

LUCIFER

Go ahead, suit up.  The clocks strikes the hour.  Alex puts on the Jester.  Nick dons Merlin.  Doin puts on Superman.  Leo decides on Robin hood.  

ALEX

Now what?.  The books, I guess.

They start to push and shove.  Then, sheepishly, they sit down.  Alex turns over the books one by one.

ALEX

To Kill a Mockingbird.  The Man of La Manchu.  The Spy Who Came In From the Cold.  The Grapes of Wrath.  The Picture of Dorian Grey.  One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest. All Quiet on the Western Front.  Mutiny on the Bounty.  An Eclectic collection to say the least.  

DION

All tales of manly men.  What the fuck do you want us to do with these?  This is absurd. What are we supposed to do?  Waltz into the story wearing ridiculous costumes and rewrite the plots?

LUCIFER

That’s up to you to decide.  Tick tock, gentlemen.  Tick tock.  

Curtain


[the set changes.  The audience now see the other side of the door.  Lucifer is waiting as as Alex steps through.  He’s carrying a book with the title “Alex’s Lament.”  Lucifer opens the book and smiles.

LUCIFER:

Just like Prometheus.  Every time someone opens the book….














Lucifer’s Library

A one act play

Based very loosely on Sartre’s No Exit

By Karen Stram

Th 130

October, 2008











							Karen Stram
							820 West Ninety-Third Street
							Apartment One
							Los Angeles, CA 90044
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Lucifer’s Library
CAST

Lucifer -  Handsome and sinister.  He holds the keys to each character’s potential  salvation or damnation.

Millie – Young, buxom milk maid from mid-1800s England.  

Veronica – Well endowed Upper Main Line Philadelphia debutant from the early 1950s

Paige – Senior associate attorney at Kickim,  Schrewem  & Rhune, PC.  2008.  

Leslie – S 1960’s hippie 

Leo – A magician

Alex – The head of a pan-global corporation

Mack – A former Navy Seal who owns Dirtywater – a private security company

Dion – A rock star

Voice

Setting

Four single women are in purgatory.  Purgatory is a very cozy library with a large fireplace burning brightly.  The room is hexagonal.  The fireplace takes one side.  The doors take the others.  There is a large anniversary clock on the mantle.  Four overstuffed chairs are placed around the room.  There is a table in the center of the room.  The women have just arrived.  They are wearing ragged costumes appropriate to their stations in life. They look around, disoriented.  They each pick out an easy chair to sit in.  They wait silently for a minute. Lucifer walks in carrying eight ornate books.  The walls are white.  During the play as each story unfolds it is surrealistically projected on the wall behind each speaker.  As the protagonists tell their tales the screen will show the action.  When the women describe what they have read to the other women, any dialogue in the books will happen at one of the four doors of the library.

LUCIFER

Good evening ladies.  I see you’ve found your way into my library.  You all look lovely tonight.  Can I offer you a drink, something to eat?  Oh.  You’re dead.  You can’t.  Sorry.  Well.  Let’s get down to it then.  

PAIGE

Wait a minute.  What is this place.  Am I damned or not?  

VERONICA

Yeah.  Look, I just got here.  Give me a minute to catch my breath…. so to speak.

What are we being held here for?

The other women chime in.

Yeah.  What gives?  This isn’t right…. (And so on and so forth)

PAIGE

Who the hell are you anyway?

LUCIFER

Calm down, calm down. My name is Lucifer.  I’m sure you’ve heard of me.

The ladies nod and agree.

Okay.  Today I’m giving you four ladies a break.  Ordinarily suicide ….  Well, there’s Hell to pay.  Literally.  Mandatory sentence.  But once in a while I get bored.  Go back.  Look at old files and if a case or two touches my heart,. I go to bat for the dammed with the Big Guy.  I’m not all bad.  The press I’ve been getting lately!!  You ladies got the short stick as far as love, romance, hearth and so on were concerned.  I picked your cases out of millions…..  Anyway.  Here’s the deal.  Take it or leave it.  I’ve brought in eight novels. Each novel has a heroine. Four live happily after.  The other four, well….  You know.  Agony for eternity.  Each is a true life dilemma; a quandary for you to step into and to make some changes in your silly ass lives.  If you don’t want to play the game you’ll rot for in hell for all eternity.  You have four days.  Starting tomorrow at 9:00 am.  So….  I’ve got responsibilities.  Time’s wasting  At least for me.  Have fun ladies. I bid you good night.

PAIGE

Well this is great. Just great.  If I could get my hands on that son of a bitch, he’d be the one in hell.  What did I do to deserve this?  I did everything….

MILLIE

Well, what about me?  How’d you like to spend eternity six months pregnant?  Fucking little bastard never stops kicking.  And my back… .  My breasts…..

LESLIE 

Well at least you had the chance to have a kid.  Michael was my life and….

VERONICA

Shut up.  All of you.  Just shut up.  I’ve got to think.

LESLIE 

Give me a couple of those books.  I’ll figure it out and I’m outa here. 

	Leslie reaches out and grabs at the books.

PAIGE

Wait.  What if you get two of the good stories?  That leaves one of us going to hell for sure.  I’m not willing to take that chance.

VERONICA and MILLIE

That’s right.  

MILLIE

Put them in a line.  We draw numbers.  Each takes the numbers given.  Let’s get started.  I really gotta pee.  I can’t hold it much longer.

PAIGE  

No.  We have to think this through.  We gotta get it right.  What if all this is a trick?  I mean, look at who we’re dealing with.  Lucifer.  The King of lies.  What if it’s God testing us?  If we make a deal with the devil we’re sure to go to hell.  I think we should throw the books into the fire.  

VERONICA

No!!  Don’t do that.  If it’s a test.  We should at least know exactly….

PAIGE

That’s right.  We have to make an informed decision.  Not be hasty.  We don’t have much time.

LESLIE  

Okay hotshot.  What do you think we should?

PAIGE

What do I think?  Well, we should at least get to know each other.  Figure out how we got where we are.  The clock doesn’t start to tick until tomorrow.  What time is it? 

MILLIE

I don’t have a problem with that.

VERONICA  

Well…. It seems to me….

LESLIE

I don’t know….

VERONICA

And we should read the books.  Figure out which apply best to each of us.  That’d give all of us a better chance.  

MILLIE

I don’t know how to read..  

LESLIE

Oh, come on.  It’ll take months. We have four days.  Just give me a couple of books

PAIGE

What’s your hurry?  Got a hot date?  Go ahead.  Take your damn books.

LESLIE

No.  But I know  Michael is up there waiting for me.  I….

PAIGE

How do you know?

LESLIE

I just do.

VERONICA

You don’t know anything.

LESLIE

Yeah?  What makes you so smart?  Who the hell are you anyway? I just want to get out of here.

VERONICA

We all do.  Stop whining.  

LESLIE

I’m not whining.

PAIGE

You’re whining.

LESLIE

Fuck you

MILLIE

Shut up.  We’re not getting anywhere.  Three of us agree.  If you don’t want go along with us.  Well, go ahead.  Pick your damn books.  We don’t need you anyway.

LESLIE

Oh for God’s sake.  Okay.  So, Miss dairy queen.  Who are you and how did you get here?

MILLIE

I’m Millie.  I’m sixteen years.  You’re right.  I’m a milk maid.  My da’ was Duke Worthington’ gardener a few years back.  It was just him and me.  We lived in a nice little cottage. About a year and a half ago…. Actually, a lot longer than that.  What year is this?

PAIGE

2008

MILLIE

Oh my goodness.  A whole lot longer.  When I turned fourteen I was given the job in the dairy.  I liked it.  Something soothing about leaning against a cow and thinking about things as you milk.

LESLIE

That’s disgusting

VERONICA

Shut up.  Let her talk.

MILLIE

The Duke’s younger son, Geoffrey started comin’ around at the end of the day, wantin’ to walk me home.  

PAIGE

I know where this is heading.

MILLIE

My da’ didn’t want him to but I didn’t see the harm.

PAIGE

Oh my God. What an idiot! 

LESLIE

Shut up.

MILLIE

I told him to stop and he was so hurt.  He was a fine, winsome chap. Handsome.  Quick with his tongue, too.

VERONICA

I’ll bet.

MILLIE

I meant he was funny.  He didn’t try anything until mid-summer’s night. Geoffrey said he just wanted a few dances with me.  He told me I was prettier than anyone of the ladies.  So we went off dancin’ a bit.  I drank the mead, ‘n he was drinkin’ whiskey.  On the way home he said he had to stop in the barn.  Make sure the animals were tucked in.  The groom was at the party and the stable boy was sound asleep.

LESLIE

So he lured you into the stable?  What a bastard.

MILLIE

No, he was no bastard.  He was the Duke’s son pure and simple.  But he wouldn’t inherit.  His brother, Michael was first born.  So Geoffrey had to find a way to make it on his own.

VERONICA

A rat bastard.  Go on.

MILLIE

Well, the animals were all safe.  Geoffrey started kissing me.  I though the world of him.  He said he couldn’t stand the whey-faced twit the Duke had in mind for him to marry.  He was all full of plans about how to make his own way.  He was going to join the regiment.  He said he’d take me with him.

PAIGE

You believed every word of it, didn’t you?  Poor little fool.  It was statutory rape.  That’s what it was. 

MILLIE

No.  It weren’t rape.  It was never….  The lovin’ was wonderful.  I thought I was the luckiest girl in the world. 

LESLIE

Then what happened?

MILLIE

He kept coming to the barn.  I’d stay late with him.  My da’ got wind of it somehow.  Probably the rotten little stable boy.  He whipped me soundly, and….

PAIGE

He whipped you?  That’s inhuman…..

MILLIE

Inhuman?  No he were just trying to beat some sense into me.  I should have listened.  We weren’t noble but we were from good stock and with sound morals.  Well, the next midsummer’s night I was all excited.  I thought we’d have a dance or two and I was hoping he’d remember the anniversary.  But I when I went to meet him he wasn’t in our favorite spot.  I didn’t see him at all that night.  Two days later I heard he was marrying the girl he told me he despised.  He didn’t even have the guts to come and tell me.  My da’ said it were all for the better but my bleedin’ had stopped.  I knew I was trouble deep.  
But I still thought he loved me and thought maybe he’d not marry the girl or at least would do something to help me.  One day I caught up with him when he was on his way to the carriage.  He was going into London to see his lady.  When I told him I was pregnant he said “why was I coming to him with my problems?”  He said acted like he didn’t know me.  When I started to cry.  He said “oh for Gods sake girl.  Buck up.  It’s not the end of the world.  You’re not the first maid I’ve gotten “up the spout,” and you won’t be the last.”

I went all cold.  I couldn’t bear telling da’ -- the scandal.  I pretended I wasn’t pregnant for as long as I could.  I was six months gone when the stable boy looked at me and said “you’re putting on a bit of weight there Millie. You got a man to marry you?  I would but I’m too young for you.”  There was nothing else to do so I hanged myself in the barn that night.  I was so angry....  I wanted to make Geoffrey and all of his line suffer.  So I put a curse on him and haunted him and his children.  Geoffrey’s first born drowned in the pond beyond the barn. His other son Thomas inherited when Geoffrey died of a heart attack.  Thomas had a girl and a boy.  Twins. I haunted them too. When they died it was the end of their line.  So here I am.  Damned, I guess.  I’m sorry for it.  I should have let it go when I died.”

LESLIE

Wow.  That’s creepy. 

MILLIE

So what’s your story?

LESLIE  

Mine’s just plain bad luck.  My name’s Leslie.  I’m 25 years old.  Well, that’s what I was when I died.  I met Michael at Woodstock.

MILLIE

What’s Woodstock?

LESLIE

Woodstock was a big music festival that happened in 1970 (CHECK THIS).  It was a three day festival.  All of the best musicians in the world gathered for the sake of peace and love.  It was incredible.  Dylan, Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Crosby, Stills..  Peace, love and rock and roll.  That’s what makes the world go ‘round.  If the he Beatles hadn’t broken up and John Lennon wasn’t assassinated, well, the world would have been….

PAIGE

Oh, come on.  The Beatles were plugged by the British government to get people’s mind Philby and MacLean and the cold war.  John was going to spill the beans so he was assassinated.  It was just a fluke that they made such a big hit in the states.  That scene when they flew in – they hired half of the girls.  The others got all excited and….

LESLIE

Oh no.  You’re nuts.  That’s not true.  You’re a fucking liar.  Take it back.  You’re a conspiracy freak.  You think there were two gun men on the shady knoll and that the government’s hiding the fact that aliens have been watching us for thousands of years.

PAIGE

Precisely.  And what I know about the Twin Towers….

VERONICA

What on earth are you guys talking about?

MILLIE

Why would the king care about musicians?  Spys, okay.  But musicians?  That’s ridiculous.

LESLIE

Is not.  You just don’t know….

MILLIE

Is too.  What do you know about royalty?

PAIGE

We’re not talking royalty, we’re talking government.  They’ve got their hands into everything and…..

VERONICA

What does it matter?  Come on.  We’ve got to focus.  We don’t know each other’s names and we’re at each other’s throats.  That’s just what Lucifer wants.  I’m not going to spend eternity listening to you guys squabble.

MILLIE

She’s right.  I told you my tale.  What’s your story?

VERONICA

It’s not much of a story.  It’s actually kind of sickening.  My name’s Veronica.  I was raised to be a rich man’s wife.  Oh, and a mother, of course.  I grew up in Main Line, Philadelphia.  The first words I remember were “sit up straight, be a lady, how are you going to catch a good man wearing a dirty shirt?  If you frown your face is going to freeze like that.”  I was taught just enough about a lot of stuff to get by.  Piano lessons when I was four years old.  Ballet from age six until twelve.   I went to private schools, where I was taught about comportment and manners and how to handle servants.   I loved to read, and puzzles and arithmetic.  Oh, and I loved to sing but….  Anyway.  When I graduated from Riverview I had a year as a debutant.  Every day I had to dress right and listen to old women chatter about how blue their blood was and which gentlemen were meant for which girl.  Every night there was a  dinner or a dance or a party.  Terribly boring. I was supposed to marry Chad who was nasty creep.  After the midsummer dance he drove us to the Jersey shore.  He was tired of all the fuss and stuff.  So we walked on the beach for a while.  He started kissing me.  I didn’t like it much.  I told him to stop.  He didn’t.  When I tried to get away from him he started slapping me – not enough to leave a mark.  Well, he raped me.  I wanted to kill him.  He laughed.  “What’s the big deal?” he said.   He said I ought to get used to it.  We were going to have a long and happy marriage.  “The first time’s always hard for a girl.  But now it’s out of the way, everything would be just fine.”

After all that I had to go with him to get home.  The next night I sneaked out my bedroom window.  I stole some clothes from my brother. I drove out of the garage with the lights out.  I went to a bar.  I met a really nice, gorgeous man.  Tony.  We played billiards and I won.  We got a table and talked for a while.  He was completely different from Chad. He listened to me.  He was funny and smart and very sexy.  We started seeing each other on the sly.  He never tried to take advantage of me.  HE treated me like a lady.  I fell in love with him…..




Lucifer's Library



PAIGE

So what happened?  

VERONICA

Tony asked me to marry him. I asked him how would he support me.  He said it wasn’t a problem. He told me he cleaned septic tanks for a living.  It was his father’s business.  He’d take over managing it in a few years but until then he had to learn the business from the bottom up.  I was devastated.  How in the world would I tell people…?   I was disgusted and broke things off.  Then found out I was pregnant.  I went to Tony and told him about Chad.  Tony wanted to kill him.  But he found a doctor for me.   The doctor made a bad job of it I got sick and my parents found out.  They said I should buck up and keep my mouth shut.  Maybe I hadn’t ruined things.  Chad was still not engaged. I should have told them all to fuck off an gone with Tony but I didn’t have the guts.  So I slit my wrists.

PAIGE  

Eeewwe.  That’s awful.  Ya know, our stories are kind of similar.

VERONICA

Really?

PAIGE

Yeah.  My name’s Paige.  I’m…er, was, a lawyer.  I grew up on Long Island.  My parents were depression children.

MILLIE

What’s that?

PAIGE

I’ll explain later.  I got to get this out.  My father was incredibly talented.  He could do anything.  He was a carpenter, a plumber, an electrician….  Anyway, right before he married my mother he landed a very stable job.  Both of my parents were looking at age thirty with no mate and no kids.  They married in a hurry and didn’t know anything about each other. They came to despise each other.  My father was always terrified he’d loose his job and we’d be out on the streets.  My mother hated everything except beer, cigarettes and the kids.  Every weekend my mother would start drinking beer and taunting my father. They’d yell and scream at each other, throw things and always ended up beating each other up.  But the violence never spilled over onto us kids.  So, when I was a kid I was told over and over that education was everything. Career, career, career was all I heard.  But in the background my mom whispered get a good career you’ll catch a good man – not like your father. Then you’ll be happy.

Well, I was miserable.  I was scared of my mother and desperate to please my father.  My dad left for work every day at 7:45 and got home at 5:00 sharp in time for dinner.  Day after day, year after year.  Drudgery.  Finally, I got to college.  It was great..  My brother was working on his PhD in math and my sister got her nursing degree which came with a Mrs. Degree.  She caught a doctor on the way up and never looked back.  I decided to go to law school.  Everyone was thrilled.  I hated it but I thought it just went with the territory.  I thought work had to be grueling for it to mean anything.  I got good grades and passed the Bar first time.  But the market for lawyers was glutted and I couldn’t find a job for love or money. And all through this I was sure a white knight was going to charge in and life would be a fairy tale.  Maybe not tomorrow, but soon. I opened my own practice.  Lived on a shoestring.  Thing of it was, I was very shy.  I started taking court appointments – defense cases in juvenile delinquency and child neglect.  I was terrified of doing “real law.”  I figured I couldn’t mess up in kiddie court.  I was scared of trials, prosecutors, judges.  The pay was horrible.  Taxes and student loan payments broke my back.  Finally I landed a job in a ‘real’ law firm.  I did dull, dull, dull, probate work.  So I started getting loaded every night after work.  A fifth of vodka a day.  I managed to hide it.  Then I made a huge mistake.  I started sleeping with one of the partners.  In all honesty, I didn’t want to work.  I wanted to drink and take on as little responsibility as possible. Where was my white night?  The affair went sour.  On the seventh anniversary of my being hired my lover called me into his office. He told me I wasn’t partner material.  I was a looser and a drunk.  It was time for me to move on.  Move on to what?

I commuted to work by subway.  I spent the afternoon in my office swilling vodka.  On the way home I waited for the train and jumped.

MILLIE

Jesus.

LESLIE

Man.  That was a statement.  Good for you!! 

PAIGE

Good for me?  No.  That’s what got me here.

LESLIE 

You should have shot the bastard.  That’s what you should have done.

VERONICA

Huh uhn.  Then she’d have been toast.

MILLIE

But she would have paid him back.

PAIGE

Yeah.  Then God would have put me and slime ball in the same room for eternity.  

LESLIE

Okay.  It’s my turn.  I’m Leslie.  I was a hippie.  Free love, peace, sex and rock and roll.  Well.  Sex and rock and roll first then love and peace.  I saw the Beatles on Ed Sullivan and my life was changed.  I  worshiped them.  Still do. I came from an average family.  Life in the ‘burbs was so borrrring.  I had to move.  I knew if ever got to meet Paul McCartney he’d fall in love with me.  Well.  That was my fantasy.  I got caught up in the drug culture.  I dropped out of school and started following the bands.  I met some….  Okay.  I was a groupie.  I thought I was Lucy in the Sky.  You know.  I tripped a lot.  I was used a lot.  But I went to Woodstock and met this incredible guy.  Michael.  He was naked and covered in mud when I first saw him.

MILLIE

Yuck.  That’s almost as bad as the cess….  

VERONICA

Hey.  Tony was clean.  Every time I smell Ivory soap I think of him.  Just because he cleaned…..

MILLIE

Sorry.

LESLIE 

It was love at first sight.  He played guitar and had a band.  I traveled with him for years.  Took a lot of acid but never hard drugs.  I never shot up.  I just bounced around with the gang.  Michael loved me, too.  He did.  But the guys passed groupies around.  That’s just what they did.  Then one night there was this outdoor concert.  There was a thunder storm was brewing.  I watched the lightening.  What a trip.  The storm got really bad.  The Roadies wanted to pull the plug on the concert but it was the best gig they’d had in a long time.  So they kept playing.  The stage was hit by lightening.  Michael was electrocuted.  Oh God.  He just lit up like a sparkler.  I was in the first row, not on stage.  I thought it was the most beautiful thing….  I didn’t know….  I didn’t know.  

When I came down Kevin, the drummer, told me Michael was dead.  I freaked out.  They had to tie me down to move on to the next show.  Kevin was a nut case.  He was on meth.  His teeth were rotted out and he weighed about 140 pounds.  But I’d been with him once or twice – when he asked Michael.  Mike said it would be good for the band.  Help keep Kevin grounded.  When I came out of it Kevin said he’d inherited me.  I was so mad.  I was sick.  God.  I was so sick.  So I asked the roadie, who was our pusher - he got us whatever drugs we wanted – to get me some smack.

VERONICA

Smack?

LESLIE

Heroin.

VERONICA

Oh. 

LESLIE

I knew how to shoot a line.  No big deal.  I cooked up the whole mess and put myself out of my misery. 

MILLIE

Why didn’t you go home?

VERONICA

Why didn’t you kill Kevin?  He deserved it.

LESLIE 

No.  He was just a dip shit.  Not worth killing.  My family didn’t want anything to do with me.  You didn’t go to your dad.

MILLIE

That’s different.  I was a disgrace.

LESLIE 

So was I.

PAIGE

I see why Lucifer’s interested in us.  We have a lot in common.

ALL OF THEM 
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Yeah.

MILLIE

So what now?

PAIGE

We read the books.

MILLIE

Who gets what?

VERONICA

I don’t think it matters.  Here, I’ll take this.

MILLIE

What about me, I can’t read.

LESLIE

Just take one.  Open it.  See what you can see.  Lucifer wouldn’t have brought you here if you couldn’t be part of this.

MILLIE

Okay.

	Millie grabs a book, opens it. I can’t do this.  I can’t.  Da’ said women weren’t meant to read.  

LESLIE

That’s crap.  Do you know your letters?

MILLIE

Yes.  ABCDEFGHIJK….


MILLIE

Oh.  So what’s the deal about letters?

LESLIE  

Look at your book.  You see a bunch of letters grouped together?

MILLIE

Yeah.  I’m not stupid.  I know milk.  It’s MILK.  And I know Millie.  MILLIE.  EARL.  DAD.  Wait a minute.  I think I CAN read!!  This is pictures of a fairy.  That word there.  FAIRY.  Right?  Am I right?

LESLIE

Yeah.  Go on.

MILLIE

Miss E..  Eliza…, Elizabeth and the Fairy…  

LESLIE

King.  You must have gotten some education when you died.  It’s a fairy tale.  It has a lot of pictures.  It must be yours.

MILLIE

This is exciting.  

She pulls her chair closer to the fire.

MILLIE

I’m going to enjoy this.

LESLIE

Alright, I’ll take this one.

Paige  and Leslie each grab a book.  They all settle before the fire and read.

SCENE TWO

VERONICA

I’m done

PAIGE

Me too

MILLIE

I was done hours ago.

LESLIE

Who wants to go first?

MILLIE

I will.  Miss Elizabeth is a young lady.  She lives in a cottage with her dad.  He tells her time and time again not to go into the hills.  He says the fairy people will get her if she does and that they may look pretty but they’re a plague to humans.  So of course, Elizabeth is curious about the fairies.  Scared, but curious.  It had been raining for a week.  Elizabeth is bored.  So around tea time this day the sun comes out. Elizabeth decides to take a walk.  It’s so pretty out she wanders farther than she should.  She sees it’s getting dark and starts to hurry back.  But she trips and falls.  She tumbles down a hill and is stunned. She lands in a beautiful glen.  She tries to get up but her ankle is broken.  Night’s falling and she’s terrified.  She knows the fairies are going to get her.  So she tries to crawl up the hill.  She hears gentle laughter behind her.  

Voice from the other side of door 1.

“Stay where you are, little one.  You’ll hurt yourself more if you don’t stop.”  

MILLIE

She stops, trembling.  A dashing youth flies up the hill.  He lands next to her.  

“You’re a fairy.  Please.  Don’t hurt me.”  

“Why would I hurt you? You’ve done enough damage yourself.”   

MILLIE

He touches her face.  They both feel a great spark.  A lightening bolt, Elizabeth thinks.  But no.  He felt it too.  

“What is this?  [He asks himself.]  She’s a girl.  I can’t have anything to with her.  But I can’t just leave her here.”  

MILLIE

He pulls her up.  Sets her on her feet.  They kiss.  It’s like the world stopped.  It’s magic.  

“What’s you name?  Where do you live?”

“I’m Elizabeth Treefellow..  I live with my da’ in a cottage…..

”Treffel!ow!” [he curses silently].   “That’s the rotter who’s killing the forest.  How could such a nice, pretty girl be a spawn of that home wrecker.”  

MILLIE

He stiffens.  He heals her foot and flies her home, silently, angrily.  The flight was the most exciting, exhilarating thing that ever happened to her.  But she feels his anger.  

“What did I do wrong?”

When they get to the cottage the fairy sets her on her feet, bows.  He’s about to take off.  

“What did I do?  I didn’t do anything wrong.  I love you.  I don’t even know you name.  Will you please, at least tell me your name?”  

“I’m King Ravensilk.  That’s my forest you dad’s destroying, Treefellow.”  

“No.  Never.”  

MILLIE

She morns for him and he can’t get her out of his mind.  She follows her father and watches him fell tree after tree.  She goes out to the forest every evening looking for Ravensilk.  Then her father’s killed by a huge old oak.  Elizabeth goes to the Earl and asks him to put a stop to the tree felling.  He agrees, but only if she becomes his mistress.  Ravensilk’s so happy that the tree-felling was at an end but he curses Elizabeth for being a whore.  He didn’t know that her virginity was the cost.  Elizabeth waits every night at the window hoping to see her fairy king.  Her health fails.  Ravensilk learns she’s dying and goes to her.  He overhears someone say what she did for the fairies.   He flies away with her.  They have a beautiful wedding and she starts having babies.”

LESLIE

That’s beautiful

PAIGE

Romantic crap.

VERONICA

What?

PAIGE

There is no fairy King and there’s no happy ending.  Except in my book….

LESLIE

Go ahead.  What’s your book about?.

VERONICA

Okay.  It starts out with Miranda, a little Tom boy, living with her mother in the guest house of a great mansion.  Miranda’s mother Sally is a single mother.  She was destitute when her car broke down in at the gates of the estate.  The Windsor family takes her and Miranda in.  They give Sally a job in the estate’s nursery.  Sally carries a grudge against the family because she thought they thought she was common.  She warns Miranda about the family.  Miranda doesn’t care.  She’s never going to get married.  The family really loves Miranda.  Except for Sam.  He’s eight years older than her and teases her about being such a Tom boy.  But she fall in love with him.  He goes away to school.  She doesn’t see him for four years.  When he come back she’s all grown up.  She’s beautiful.  Sam sees her in at a party and asked her to dance.  He doesn’t recognize her.  When they step out on the dance floor and he took her in his arms they felt this shimmer.  It’s electrifying.  Sam thinks she’s the most wonderful girl in the world.  Miranda’s coy.  After the dance they step out onto the balcony.  They kiss.  It’s like a nuclear fusion.  Miranda know they were meant to be together.  She starts to tell him who she is and how she waited for him.  But as she started to speak, Anna, a lovely, cold, blond walks up.

VOICE from door number 2.

 “There you are.  Sam.  I’ve been looking everywhere for you.  Look.  The ring is just beautiful.  I can’t wait until we….”

  Miranda’s face turns bright red.  

“Who’s this?” purrs the blond.  

VERONICA

Miranda turns and runs.  

VOICE from the door

“Well.  That was interesting.  What did you do to her?”  

“Shut up, Anna.  I don’t like it when you purr.  You sound like a God damn house cat.”  

“Well.  I never.”  

VERONICA

Anna stalks off.  Sam gets drunk.  He runs off the road on the way back to Anna’s place.  Anna’s okay.  But Sam’s head hits the windshield.  He’s in a coma for four months.  Miranda’s been slipping into the hospital every night.  She talks to him for hours.  She tells him everything.  She makes up stories.  She gets there early one day.  Anna’s leaving the hospital room.  

VOICE from the door

“They should pull the plug.  He’s never going to wake up and if he does, well, he’ll be a vegetable.”  

VERONICA

Anna leaves.  Miranda goes into the room.  She cries and cries.  She takes his hand.  

VOICE from the door.

“I’ll never let you go.”  

VERONICA

Same squeezes her hand.  

VOICE

“I felt that.  Sam.  I felt that.  Do it again.”  

VERONICA

He squeezes her hand again.  He wakes up.  Sees her.  

VOICE

“I remember you.  How do I know you?  Who are you?”  

VERONICA

Miranda calls for the doctor.  It’s a miracle.  They have hot and heavy sex in the hospital that night.  The next day Anna comes to visit.  Miranda overhears Anna saying 

VOICE

“I told mums to start planning the wedding.  I think a June wedding.  What do you think dear?”  

VOICE

“Anna, my love. You really were there for me.  I heard you talking to me when I was asleep.” 

VOICE

“You did?  Oh, of course you did.”  

VERONICA

Anna sees Miranda who’s hiding in a corner waiting for Anna to leave.  She goes out and confronts Miranda.  


VOICE

“Who are you?”   

VOICE

“I’m Miranda, you witch. You just want him for the money.” 

VERONICA

Anna bars the door so Miranda can’t get in.  

VOICE

Go away.  If I see you here again. …”  

Anna leaves.  Sam’s tired and wants to sleep.  

VOICE

Tell me a story, Anna.  You voice is so soothing.  

VOICE

“I have to go.  Wedding plans.  See you tomorrow.  Sam turns his face to the wall.  

VOICE

“You’re not her. I don’t know who you are.  Who was she?”  

VOICE

“She no one.  A nobody.”   

VOICE

“Go away, Sam says.  Just, leave.  I never want to see or hear from you again.  

VOICE

“It’s not over, you’re going to marry me whether you like it or not.

VOICE

 “I’d rather die.

VERONICA

Sam turns his back to the wall, goes to sleep.  The next morning he won’t wake up.  Two days later Miranda hears that Sam’s fallen back into a coma.  She rushes to the hospital.  She grabs his hand.  

VOICE

Wake up God damn it.  If you don’t wake up I’ll join you.  I will.  

Who are you?

I’m the little Tom boy.  Remember me?  I’m Miranda.  I’ve loved you for so long.  I’ll never let you sleep again.  

I love you too

VERONICA

They have gentle healing, sex.  They get married the next June.  Miranda starts having babies.

PAIGE

What is this?  It’ the same damn story.  Over and over and over. These are nothing but romance novels.  Fuck this.  Fuck this.

LESLIE

Wait.  You haven’t heard mine!

VERONICA

It’s the same thing though, isn’t it?

LESLIE

No.  Not really.  Kinda.  But the girl’s six months pregnant when the story begins.  She’s a colored girl.

MILLIE

A what?

PAIGE

African American.  A black girl.  Well.  That’s a twist.  Go on.

LESLIE

It’s 1995.  Her name’s Jacqueline.  She lives in Harlem.  She’s a very smart, pretty 16 year old.  She has a lot of musical talent.  Her momma’s boyfriend, Butch, starts to fiddle around with her when she’s 12.  She tells her momma.  Her momma slaps her and says she’s a lying, scheming slut.  

VOICE

“We got to have bread on our table,  girl.   Don’t go ‘round telling stories.  You want him to leave?  Then what we gonna do?  

You could go back to whorin’ Or sellin’drugs.  Give me a stake.  I’ll bring more in than that horny, old… fool….

You little bitch.

LESLIE

Her momma pulls out the extension cord and whips her butt.  So Jackie keeps her mouth shut and her eyes open.  She stays at school as much as possible.  Sleeps at friends houses.  Sometimes she sleeps on the street.  She meets a young blues player when she’s sixteen, Solo. He’s white.  He plays the sax and has a voice that’s pure magic.  He was gay….

MILLIE

What’s gay?

PAIGE

Shuss. 

LESLIE

So she felt safe around him.  And they really sing well together.  She joins the band.  She’s hardly ever home.  Solo sees her to the subway after every gig.  But one night Butch is waiting at the stop.  He sees her with Solo and goes crazy.  He beats Solo up and drags Jackie into his Cadillac.  

VOICE

You’re nothing but a ‘ho.  Just like your mamma.  And her momma before her.  

LESLIE

Butch beats Jacqueline up and rapes her.  Then he takes her home.  

VOICE

See what a nice little girl you have? He sneers.  I caught her kissing a white boy uptown..

LESLIE

Her mamma’s enraged.  

VOICE

Yeah, you’re pretty.  But you’re worthless.  High yella.  Who do you think you are fuckin’ white boys? What you gonna get but a big belly and a broken heart?  You stay where you belong, girl, or I’ll whip you so….  

LESLIE

Butch stands in the doorway laughing.  Jackie grabs a knife and stabs Butch.  She runs out of the house.  She’s caught by the police.  But the cop who got her was pure magic.  Black as night.  Tall.  Lean.  His name’s David. When he touches her she knows he’s the one for her.  He feels it too.  But she’s scared..  They struggle.  The struggle turns into an embrace.  They kiss. It was the best thing that ever happened to Jackie.

MILLIE

The kiss.

PAIGE

Yup.  Saw that coming a mile away.

PAIGE 

Shut up.  This is good stuff.  What happens?

Jackie gets put in a girl’s jail.  But David does some investigating.  He finds Solo who tells him everything.  

VOICE

Are you sure you don’t like men?  You sure are sumpthin.”  




Lucifer's Little fun



I stayed there looking at her eyes, her beautiful silver blue eyes. Hera was a small woman with many curves. With D-cup breast and a beautifully round butt. Could I really tolerate her being with another man at all? I got jealous with her just being around Edward. I was confused about what to chose. I would be her feeder regardless of which she chose because I knew she would only drink my blood and my blood alone. Than in itself was assuring but to have her as my lover, and to know that I will only come second.

She looked in my eyes, hers were hopeful for a long moment. I broke the stare for a second. Then looked back at her eyes that looked like silver with blue topaz sprinkled all over, and I saw one thing I dreaded to see. I saw regret.

"Sorry... I'm sorry I ... just... just forget anything, and everything I just said." As she turned to walk away, I could have sworn I saw a tear glisten down her perfect cheeks. It hurt to see her in pain.

"But, Hera..." She had cut me off once again. I was not trying to hurt her, and every time I saw her sorrow and her pain, it dug at me. I could feel what others were feeling only amplified if the people are close to me or powerful. Sadly, Hera was both. I don't know how I knew but I had a feeling that she would be the most powerful being ever known to be found.

"Don't worry; Samuel will not be angry with you because of this... situation." She practically spat at me. I tried to ignore the deep digging pain that was emitting from my core to every part of my body. I ran to her and pulled her into a deep hug with me. I needed to feel her closer in order to feel that I still had a connection with her.

This sounds lame but, when I am in her arms, I feel like we're in our own world as if I can protect her and she can protect me. When she finally relaxed and wrapped her arms around me. I had known what to decide. I pulled her back from our embrace, looked into her silver and blue eyes, and saw that she was not hoping for anything. She was in pain again but she was trying to hide it

"Hera, darling, you've just made me an offer I can't refuse." I said in a fake godfather accent, that I knew would make her laugh.

Now I knew this feeling and I knew it well. It's the feeling that I got a lot when Hera and I were in a room together, and I loved the feeling. Can you guess what it was?

Lust. Pure unrated, unfiltered, unrestricted lust.

"Ethan, come with me to the back, to the chambers. I have something I want to... show you." Hera said in a seductive voice. There was promise of what was to come. She grabbed my hand and began to lead me to what I guessed was lord Lucifer's chambers.

"What about your husband, what if he comes in?" I tried to stay serious but a smirk was coming across my face. I asked but I didn't care for the answer. She was leading me somewhere I really wanted to be, now and forever.

"Don't worry, he's on the other side if the wall, waiting for my approval." Now the smirk was spreading across her face.

"Your approval? What do you mean vixen?" Only she and I knew that name. She was tugging my and skipping down a corridor giggling obviously up to something.

"Well..." as she said that we had stopped in front of a large door. Before she could finish her sentence lord Lucifer, stepped out of the room. He looked down and smiled at her, she smiled back. It hurt a little bit to see this but I had to endure it. This was all for Hera.

"Has he agreed to our little... adventure?" first I was shocked, why is Lucifer... oh! I finally clued in. she wanted a threesome. I saw Hera smile as she saw me clue in.

"So... what do you say?" I could hear the hope in her voice. I looked at the dark lord again; he just shrugged and leaned against the door frame. I looked back at Hera. Her eyes looked bluer then silver now. She was looking ... pleading with me. I gave in, not that I was fighting it and picked her up like a princess, and laid her on the bed.

I looked at her lying on the bed. Her black hair made a sort of halo around her. She was beautiful, and right now I wanted her... and I wanted her bad.

"You're beautiful. So beautiful." I trailed butterfly kisses from her neck down. I stopped at the crook of her neck, and bit down just hard enough to draw a small amount of blood. I began sucking on that spot.

"Ah fuck... what the hell are you doing... please do it again." I smiled and looked at lord Lucifer and beckoned him over. He was looking at me, kind of, as if he was trying to see what I was doing to bring his fiancée such ecstasy.

I didn't want Hera hear our little conversation, so I projected our thought.

"Lord Lucifer, this is something we have discovered. When we bite in the heat of passion, the feeling is amplified. If i wanted to i could make her cum without even touching her anywhere else." I said as i began kissing my way down to her breast. When he replied.

"When did you find this out and why was i not notified." He said in mock anger. Then he laughed to himself. "Doesn't matter... are there any other parts of her body that will give her that same reaction?"

I smiled, "anywhere." that was all i said when i stopped projecting my thoughts.

I moved my mouth over her left nipple. And sucked on it and bit it a little, making sure not to break her skin. I moved to her mouth and gave her another deep kiss. She was whimpering and begging for one of us to just fuck her.

"Not yet, goddess... I'm not done having my fun. Today it's time for you to get teased." She did what sounded like a mixture between a moan, a whimper, and a groan. I loved it. They way she was losing control and reacting to everything I did to her.

Lord Lucifer tapped me on my shoulder, a sign that he wanted to switch with me. I nodded and made my way down to her legs. I put my finger to slightly rub the lips of her pussy.

"Ahh... fuck... Ethan, please, just put... uh fuck... one finger in. Uh please." She was breathless.

I played with her clit a little it was soft and wet. I moved my fingers in little circles. Her hips started to move with my fingers. When she began to twitch, I decided it was time to stop teasing her and let her cum.

"Babe, do you want me to let you cum?" I asked teasing the opening of her pussy. I knew the answer, but I wanted to hear her say it... scream it.

"Fuck... please me... I don't... ha... know how much... more I can take." She said between breaths. I loved her this way.

I slowly put one finger inside of her pussy. Inside I felt the different ridges and corners. She was heated. Inside of her pussy, I could feel the heat flowing from her walls. I began pushing in and out gradually increasing my speed, that's when she started twitching again. She was moaning loudly moving all over the place. Her eyes were closed and her fist were holding onto to blood red silk sheets with her hips going crazy moving in every direction trying to make my finger hit that spot. When I hit her 'g' spot, she went over the edge I was moving my fingers in and out faster bring her closer and closer. She clamped down on my hand reveling in orgasm. I could feel her contractions on my fingers, inside of her liquids flooded my finger. The juices were hotter then before.

"Wow. You're good at making my fiancée cum but it's my turn now." With that said, my lord slowly down his stomach only pausing to leave little kisses along the way. Hearing him call her, his made my heart ache. With out another second delay he began to eat her out.

I looked at Hera and she began fumbling with my belt. I felt her wrap her hand around my member and flick her tongue around the tip. It sent a small shiver that went down my back. She took my length into her mouth and began to suck while running her tongue just under the head. I tried and failed at holding back a groan.

I had guessed just bit her clit because she began to moan like she did when I bit her. The vibrations of her moaning and her pleasure filled face sent my over the edge. I felt my insides contract. I grabbed the back of her head and came. I felt her drinking all of it.

Something in me awoke... something snapped... well, I don't know what happened, but I felt powerful and that power excited me. At that, moment t thought to myself, I want to make her scream. I want to drive her crazy.

I leaned over to Hera's ear I was using all the self control I had not to just pick her up and fuck her till I passed out.

"How do you want it? What do you want me to do to you?" I paused for a second then licked on the spot just below her earlobe. She let out a small gasp. When she spoke, she stuttered unable to find her words. She took in a deep shuddering breath, and then she spoke the way she did when I fell in love with her. I could feel the lust in her body being mixed with her own.

"I want you to fuck me. I want you and Samuel to dive me crazy. I want all of it I want to both to fuck the shit outta me, and I want you to fuck me as hard, and fast, and deep as you can."

She didn't have to say much after that I pulled her on top of me and pushed as far up into her pussy as I could. Then waited for Lucifer to enter her from behind. She was clenching me I felt everything in her start to tighten.

"Ah, ah fuck, yeah!" She began to scream. I felt Lucifer inter her and the space felt even tighter.

I began to move slowly in and out. When she adjusted to the feel of both of us inside of her, she began to move too. I was enjoying myself to the fullest today. I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth. She let out a gasp. I began to loose my control and bit into her nipple and began to suck her blood. She started to move just as fast as me.

Lucifer grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled it back attaching himself to her neck. I felt the tension in my pit of my stomach again and I went faster and faster. I felt her clench and I felt all of her juices flowing like warm oil. After one last thrust, I buried my dick in her to the hilt and came inside of her.

We all laid there just for a couple of minutes trying to catch our breath. Lord Lucifer and I pulled out of Hera and rolled on our backs. I sighed, not only from exhaustion but also from content. I was spent, and that was the wildest sex I had ever had. Hera was holding onto my hand she was feeling bliss. I could help but smile at her.

Then she kissed me it was bursting with passion. Then she shocked both Lucifer and me with what she said next... "Let's do it again!"

I looked at Lucifer and then at Hera then we began to laugh.



Lucifer's Son: Armageddon Now



To the best of my knowledge, I'm in a category by myself. For you see, I've been kicked out of the only place in the universe which NEVER kicks people out. I'm talking about Hell, of course. Yes, THE Hell. You see, my Dad runs it and apparently he doesn't want me there. It isn't out of fatherly love but because I caused way too much trouble for him down there. Thus, I find myself stuck in the one place I've loathed throughout my existence. I'm referring of course to this miserable ball of mud called planet Earth. In case you're wondering who this is, my name is Pride. As in the actual sin of pride. That's me.

If you were to look at me, you'd see my current incarnation, a tall, good-looking gentleman of African and European descent. I'm muscular, with light brown skin, curly black hair and pale green eyes. These days, I go by the name of Jonathan Pride. I'm a student at the University of Toronto in the City of Toronto, the capital of provincial Ontario, Canada. When pops kicked me out of Hell, he severed my connection with the Otherworld. I can't contact my friends and allies back home. That is a sad state of the affairs, ladies and gentlemen, for you see a general needs his troops. I'm a genius and a great visionary but I do require the services of henchmen from time to time. Otherwise I'd have to do everything myself and honestly, where's the fun in that?

You see, I tried to mount a revolution against the fallen angel known as Lucifer Morningstar, my father, the Founder of the Kingdom of Hell. I organized a third of Hell's mightiest demons, dark-angels, monsters and fallen angels into an improbable army and led them against the Master of Evil. Hey, never let it be said that I don't have enough ambition. I've always had ambition to spare, which is more than I can say for my other siblings. Take my big brother Seth, better known as Sloth, for example. The laziest son of a bitch in the entire cosmos. He even hired someone to wipe his ass for him, I kid you not. My older sister Luciana, also known as Lust is a big slut who sleeps with everything that moves, or doesn't move quickly enough to get away from her. Hey, don't look at me like that. If anything, you should praise me for my honesty. Every slut is someone's daughter or sister, this one just happens to be mine.

Anyhow, moving on. My brother Ennis ( better known as Envy) is always jealous of what everyone has, even though he's too lazy and self-conscious to put himself out there and go get his own. My brother Gray ( also known as Greed ) always wants what everybody else has, even though he's blessed in many ways. The guy just can't get enough. Never enough love, sex, hate, power, money or fame. He just can't have enough. My sister Gila, also known as Gluttony, is a serious porker. She used to always steal my food at the dinner table. I never much cared for her. The only one of my siblings I liked is my brother Wright, also known as Wrath. He's got a bit of a temper, hence his name, but he always backed me up when I needed him. We've always been birds of a feather. Out of all my siblings, he's the only one who backed my play against Dear Old Dad. And he paid dearly for it.

Anyhow, my rebellion failed and to make an example out of me, my father stripped me of my powers. I found myself stuck on the planet Earth, trapped within the body of a recently deceased man whose soul left for the ether...but through arcane magic, the body was reanimated and I was installed within it after the previous owner left. Now, even trapped within a human body, I am far from human. I can still do things which you ordinary mortals marvel at. I can move objects with my mind, a power called Telekinesis. I can also read minds, if I focus hard enough. Telepathy isn't easy and I only use it when I absolutely have to, or whenever I find it convenient. The stuff gives me a headache, for real. This body which I inhabit seems to repair itself at an accelerate rate. It has the ability to regenerate. By far my most spectacular ability is my talent for temporarily assuming the physical traits of anyone I touch. If I touch you, I can make myself look exactly like you for a period of six hours at a time. of Dad thought he could banish me and punish me, but I can do him one better. Let the fools Upstairs have the Kingdom of Heaven and the fiends below have the fiery Pits of Hell, the lush and beautiful planet Earth shall be mine.

During my first night on earth, I quickly assessed the human species. For untold millennia, both Heaven and Hell have warred over the fate of human souls. Whoever has the most souls wins, and so far, Hell has been beating the bejesus out of Heaven because it's far easier for a guy or gal to end up in Hell than to go to Heaven. Our standards are really low in Hell. Pretty much anything can get you in. Me? I got thrown out of there because, apparently, the Devil didn't like having me there. I'm a threat to his power. I am unwanted in Hell and I wouldn't go to Heaven even if its owner Himself came down to beg me. So, what's a bad boy to do? I shall make the planet Earth my new home, and the human species will be the building block for my new empire.

Recently, I discovered something which I had been made to forget. You see, I've been to earth before. Fourteen centuries ago, in fact. I came out of Hell, and saw the latest messenger of God. Centuries after Jesus Christ the Messiah walked the earth and Christianity began to spread throughout the globe, a new man had been chosen to spread the word of God. The Archangel Gabriel spoke to this Arabian wise man in the desert, and told him to spread the word of God to the Arabian world and beyond. After the Archangel departed, I approached the wise man. I knew that he struggled with the mission the Archangel bestowed upon him. You see, God always makes His messengers suffer. In both Jewish and Christian lore, the men and women chosen by God to be his prophets and messengers always suffer for their faith in God. And they always sacrifice their lives for their beliefs. To believe in God is to sacrifice oneself for one's belief. That's the part the latest wise man struggled the most with.

For you see, this wise man came from the Arab realm and was born of a proud, war-like people. Sacrifice and humility didn't come easy to him. The Archangel told him that to prove his faith in God, he would have to suffer at the hands of those he was sent to enlighten and ultimately die for his faith. I approached the wise man and saw right through him. Underneath the humility and piousness lurked pride, my favorite sin. I spoke to the wise man, and told him that there was another way out of his predicament. Instead of allowing the enemies of his new faith to slay him and become a martyr, he could become a conqueror and conquer them. 

I encouraged him to raise mighty armies to conquer his enemies and spread his new faith not through preaching and piousness but through violence and conquest. The Archangel told him to respect the Jews and Christians as People of the Book. I told him that Jews and Christians, due to their fondness for symbols of God, were idolaters and deserved to be destroyed as unbelievers instead of respected and cherished as people of the book. Thus, enmity was sown between the followers of the wise man and the Christians and Jews. My father Lucifer sent me to tempt the wise man and derail him from the path of righteousness. He was supposed to be the next great messenger of God after Jesus Christ. Instead of peacefully spreading the word of God to the Arabs as had been done by Abraham to the Jews and by Jesus Christ to the Christians, the wise man spread it through war and conquest. Instead of being complementary to the Jews and Christians, the third member of the family of God, he became a rival. In time, the followers of the Arabian wise man would become the sworn enemies of both Christians and Jews, the very people whom the Archangel warned the wise man to always respect and cherish as fellow believers in the eyes of God. Yes, my father Lucifer had me do all that. And I did it well. Then he wiped it from my mind.

Thanks to an arcane spell, I now remember. Three faiths dominate the planet earth. Judaism, first and foremost, followed by Christianity and Islam. God intended all three faiths to be equal and wholly dedicated to loving and praising Him. I sewed discord among them. And now, the third and fastest-growing of the three faiths stands poised to declare global war against the others. What shall follow is Armageddon. That's Lucifer Morningstar's plan. He plans on destroying the planet Earth by causing Christians, Jews and Muslims to slaughter one another. Nothing could wound God more. Oh, you got to give it to the Old Man, he's smart. However, he didn't count on one thing. Me. Pride. The greatest and most powerful of all Sins. I am both the Son of Lucifer and the architect of his Fall from Heaven, for I dwelled in his heart when he still served God. 

Ladies and gentlemen, I've decided to fight against Lucifer Morningstar and the Legions of Hell. Why am I doing this? Maybe I've learned the error of my ways and want to redeem myself in the eyes of God? Perhaps living amongst humans has softened me somewhat and rendered me less wicked? My friends, if you'll believe that, then you probably still believe in Santa Claus, a pagan myth which I personally invented and integrated into Christendom's holiest of practices, by the way. No, the reason why I fight Lucifer has nothing to do with loving mankind or seeking redemption. He messed with my head, and I'm going to make him pay. It's that simple. You got that? Cool. Armageddon is coming, ladies and gentlemen. Whose side are you on? Choose wisely. 



Lucifia - Prologue: The Hunt Begins



Hello and Welcome to the world of Lucifia!

Hello all! Lucy here, you might recognize me from Literotica Chat as "Lucifia", or from Babblesex under the same name:). Anyhoo, I'm 23 and bisexual, and find great pleasure in awsome roleplays, the filthier the better. The world of Lucifia was actually created from numerous roleplays between myself and my special partner. They turned me on so much that I thought I should make them into a series of stories so that everyone can share. And while I enjoy the extreme, I don't actually enjoy mindless pointless violence against individuals who don't deserve it. So you won't see that in my stories, the little violence you do see, you'll definitely think 'that bastard had it coming' :).

These stories might not be everyone's cup of tea...some might contain violence, some might contain futa (girls with cocks), others might contain monsters. However, all contain that sweet touch that I think makes our stories awesome, but do contribute and suggest ways to improve!

The world of Lucifia is set in medieval times, in a world with all the major fantasy groups in existance: elves, dragons, dwarves, werewolves, vampires, wizards, etc etc. The stories flow neatly from one to the next, so it is advised to read the preceeding stories if you want to understand the plot. However, if you're just here for the erotica, any story will do!

Please send your comments to me. I'd be happy to consider incorporating them into my future stories.



Lucifia - Prologue: The Hunt Begins

Lucifia hung her head as her father's coffin was somberly lowered into its place among the royal dead in the cathedral vault. There was a definite blanket of subdued silence over the gathering of nobles and commoners alike who had come to see the great man to his rest. For nearly 50 years the wise and powerful king had ruled over the human nation, protecting its borders from outsiders, keeping its resident lycanthrope and vampires satisfied, while ensuring peace with the neighbouring elves and dwarfs. And now he was dead...not killed in battle fighting overwhelming odds. Not dying of old age, surrounded by friends and family...No. Dead of a strange poison, in peace time, in his sleep. No evidence of an assassin, except for a broken window.

The news of his death has sent the court into chaos...Who could step up? Lucifia was too young, still several years short of womanhood. The king had no relatives, no next of kin. The nobles were all to scared to reach for the crown, half afraid any volunteers would be instantly suspected of the crime, half afraid that whoever stepped up would be next to go. The advisors had agreed, the safest thing to do, was to spirit Lucifia away, hide her. The nation would have to be ruled in pieces, each looking after its own people. Thus the servants had packed all of Lucifia's belongings into an unmarked cart, waiting to leave after the ceremony. But Lucifia had other plans...

The hustle and bustle of the market square was subdued, but enough to cover the tracks of the hooded figure as it threaded its way through the stalls and wheelbarrows. Stopping momentarily at a heavy oak door set in the side of the castle wall, it knocked a secret code, then dissapeared through the passageway, the door slamming behind it. Safe away from the prying eyes of the people, Lucifia pulled off the brown hood, and stepped into the candle lit chamber, making her way across to an figure, bent over a work table, hammering away at a glowing shard of metal with a forge hammer.

Rufus turned at Lucifia's footsteps, his dark eyes taking in the girl's athletic form. 5'4, with long flowing black hair. High full breasts that her leather and scale corset did nothing to hide. Full lips, always curled into a half smile, with eyes bright and shining, as if seeing through you. His gaze slipped down over her flat tummy, to her wide hips, and toned tanned thighs. A silent threat made his eyes snap back up to hers...and she gave him a cold icy stare...which change instantly with a warm smile. 

"Rufus! You had all day yesterday to stare at me. You even got to see me naked when you fitted my corset" said Lucifia, as he laid down the hammer and tossed the shard into a bucket of hissing water. Lucifia reached out to touch Rufus's bulging bicep. "You even got to 'measure' my chest? Wasn't that enough?" She laughed as he bowed his head in polite embarrassment.

"Of course your majesty, I was merely admiring my work" said Rufus, as he stole yet another peak at her awesome deep cleavage.

"Nonsense, Ruf! You, like all over boys, just can't get enough of me." laughed Lucifia, her eyes naughty as she ran her slender fingers over her neck and down her exposed bosom. "And you don't have to be formal...where I'm going, my title means nothing. You can call me Lucy, just as you did when I was little" she said, her expression softening as she saw Ruf's eyes cloud in concern.

"Are you sure you wish to go through with this, Lucy?" asked Ruf, as he brought a wrapped bundle up from under the table. "Where you're going it means death to be caught, or worse. The only thing to make it out of the Moors are horses with no riders, and whispers of ghosts and monsters." Lucy unwrapped the bundle, revealing several silver dirks, a quiver of arrows, a thornwood bow, and a set of silverlace armour. She slipped on the flexible supple armour, and selected her weapons, slotting them into the groves and sheaths.

"Father's tower is nearly 100 feet tall, and it was a full moon that night." She reasoned, "The only creatures that could reach it would have been one with wings, or a werewolf scaling the tower." She slung the quiver over her back and shouldered the bow. "I'm going to the werewolves. If it was not them, then I shall go to the vampires", said she, sounding more confident than she felt. She had no idea where to begin, but the Moors sounded as good a place as any. "The council are wise enough to run the states, and Vintar can ensure that no war touches our borders. I think we can trust the wizard to do at least that." She gave the blacksmith one last hug and a kiss to both cheeks before she donned her cloak and disappeared back out the door.

As the door closed, a sibilant voice hissed from the flames of the forge,

"She is going to the Moors I see..." Rufus did not turn to see who spoke, as a figure stepped out from the flickering flames.

"Yes, she seeks the werewolves, then the vampires for answers" he said, casually reaching across to pick up the forge hammer.

"She will perish in the caves...long before she could be drained of her life by the vampires" laughed the mysterious figure. Rufus smiled grimly,

"You underestimate her, she will return. She will likely return WITH the werewolves and vampires. "I'll be happy to see the day she wipes the smile from you face!" Rufus suddenly spun, swinging the hammer with both hands with a shout of defiance. The figure raised a hand, and Rufus was frozen in place. He strained and grunted to no avail. The figure hissed humorously.

"That day will never come...and if it ever does, you will not live to see it..."



Lucile: Never On Weekends



My name is Dan. I'm twenty five, married and own a business. Its nature is unimportant to the story. I mention it only because I have enough capable employees to enable me to be away whenever I like, for as long as I like -- within reason, of course.

When asked to serve on the board of a local civic organization, I agreed, replacing a member whose company had transferred him to another city.

At the first meeting I attended, one of the members I met is a very lovely lady named Lucille, whom I guess, since I've never asked, is about twice my age.

A month later, following the next mid-morning meeting of the board, some of us stood outside talking before going to our cars. Lucille was in a foursome heading the same direction in which all of us had parked. When the others reached their cars, the two of us continued talking on the way to ours.

"Do people ever call you Lucy?" I asked.

"Seldom. Especially after they learn that I hate the nickname. I prefer Cille. As in Christmas or in 'arf, arf'," she grinned and, stiff-armed, clapped her hands waist-high to mimic a sea lion.

"Are you in a rush to get somewhere, Cille, or would you allow me to buy you a fish?"

She grinned again. "I planned to eat at home, but it's nearly lunch time, so, sure, you can buy me a fish. In a sandwich."

We drove our own cars and met at a nearby restaurant.

"How about a drink before lunch?" I asked.

"I'm not much of a drinker, but why not? I'd like a glass of white wine." 

She slipped out of her jacket, then lowered her eyes when she noticed that I was admiring her breasts. 

"You're embarrassing me, Dan," she said. Her nipples became apparent as we both were aware of our sensual arousal.

"I apologize. However, to phrase it delicately, I think you are very nicely endowed." 

"Don't say such things. I'm an old married woman and you make me feel funny inside."

"Well, looking at you and thinking what I'm thinking is also making me feel funny inside."

She reached for her jacket, which was draped over the back of her chair. 

"I think I'd better go," she said.

"Have you ever had an affair?" I asked.

Shocked at my question, she paused, then replied, "It's none of your business, but heavens no!"

"Would you like to have an affair with me?"

"What?" she snapped incredulously.

" Will you have an affair with me?"

"I ought to slap your face."

"I agree. But you haven't answered my question. Before you slap my face, tell me, have you ever thought of having an affair?"

"Of course not."

"Never?"

"I suppose I've thought about it once or twice."

"Recently?"

"Oh for crying out loud. Yes, fairly recently."

"Look, Lucille, you're home alone from the time your husband and daughter leave in the morning until your daughter gets home from school late in the afternoon. I can get away from my business almost anytime I want. So, we easily could enjoy each other? Think about it. Call me at work if you're interested. Or let me know at the next board meeting."

"Don't hold your breath waiting for my call. And now I'll have to resign from the board."

She flounced out of the restaurant, leaving me feeling stupid and terribly disappointed. Her ass is as nice as her tits, I thought as I watched her depart.

A week later, when I answered my first phone call of the morning, a shy voice said, "Dan, this is Cille. I've thought a lot about what you want us to do. Are you still interested?"

"Of course. I've never stopped being interested."

"Can you come over?"

"I'll be there as fast as I can."

I grabbed my briefcase so it would hide my hard-on as I raced to my car.

"You're a quick one," Lucille said when she answered the door.

Once inside, I took her in my arms and told her, "This won't be a quickie if I can help it."

I put my hand under her chin and tipped her face so I could more easily kiss her. I put my lips against hers. She either was surprised or unsure if she wanted this to happen, for her kiss was tentative.

"Is this the way you kiss your husband?"

"It's been so long since we've kissed that I don't remember."

"Open your mouth so I can touch your tongue with mine."

Her kiss again was tentative. I rubbed my tongue along her lips and she reluctantly parted them. When I tried to enter her mouth, I encountered her teeth. I continued to rub my tongue across her lips. She opened her mouth wide enough to enable our tongues to touch.

When this happened, she twisted her mouth sideways and opened it so my tongue could enter all the way. She immediately sucked it as she rubbed against my hard-on.

I grabbed the soft cheeks of her ass and pulled her against my cock as I moved my tongue in and out of her sucking lips. She put her hands on my ass and squeezed. Our kissing and dry-fucking intensified until we both were breathing so hard that we had to pause.

As we continued to clutch each other, she rested her head on my chest and whispered, "Would you like to sit on the sofa or should we go to the bedroom?"

"What do you think?"

"The bedroom." 

"I'll say."

While following her to the bedroom, I put my hands on her shoulder to stop her, then moved them to her breasts and pressed my cock against her back.

"Watching the way your ass wiggles makes me want to talk dirty to you. Feeling your tits as I rub my prick against you is giving me an unbelievable hard-on. Do you remember how I admired your tits that day in the restaurant?"

She leaned the back of her head against my chest and put her hands over mine which were fondling her tits.

"Of course I remember. I often thought about it, because you're the only man who ever told me what you did. You're also the only man besides my husband who has touched me where you are. And his touches, even when my breasts were bare, never made me as wet as I am right now."

"Talk dirty to me, Cille."

"I've never said the words you've said, Dan, but I want so much to please you." Her voice softened as she said, "I love the way you're playing with my tits and the feeling it gives me all over." Then, even more softly and shyly, she added, "I'd love to feel the hard thing pressing against my back deep inside me."

We groped each other as we headed for the bedroom. Once there, we lay across the bed with our mouths lustily swapping spit. I put my hand under her skirt and cuddled her crotch.

"Stick out your tongue," she urged.

I thought she was going to suck it. Instead, she licked it everywhere her tongue could reach. What a turn-on. Almost as great as when I pushed my hand under the waistband of her panties in order to cover her furry mons and put my finger into her welcoming wet twat.

I no longer could wait to fuck her. I got off the bed, pulled off her panties without even removing her shoes, and lowered my pants and shorts around my ankles. Her eyes widened as she gazed at my prick and balls. She spread her legs. I wanted to suck her, but at that moment my prick had other ideas.

I unwrapped a condom, slipped it on, crawled between her thighs and easily plunged my cock into her soaking pussy.

My open mouth covered hers and each of our questing tongues licked the other's.

She purred a soft growling sound as her hands went to my bare ass and pulled me until my balls nudged the crack of her ass. She wrapped her legs around me and sucked my tongue as her cunt did the same to my cock.

If this isn't the best piece of ass ever, I thought, I should stick to eating pussy. We fucked as hard and as fast as we could.

"O-o-oh, Dan," she mumbled into my mouth as warm, slick come filled her cunt and oozed out onto my balls, which I quickly emptied into the condom. 

When I moved beside her on the bed, she removed the condom from my flaccid cock, then tied a knot at the opening. "I'm going to put it under my pillow, and hope it brings me a wet dream tonight."

"I'd give my eyeteeth if my prick was hard enough to fuck you again right now. I'd also love to lick your cunt and taste your come. But I have a two o'clock appointment, so I'm afraid I have to go."

"Can you come back tomorrow? I'll have my clothes off when you get here."

"I wish I could be here to do all sorts of things with you, but I'll be tied up all day tomorrow with a group from out of town. How about the day after tomorrow?"

"My folks are coming tomorrow night and they'll be here through the weekend."

"Cripes, that means I won't get to see you until next week. How about Monday morning? I'll arrange to be gone from work for most of the day."

"I'll be wet and waiting."

"And I'll be hard and willing."



When she answered the door Monday morning, she was wearing a robe.

"You told me you'd have all of your clothes off," I said as I took her into my arms and kissed her passionately.

"There's nothing under this robe but me," she said as we ended our mouth-swabbing kiss.

"I want to lick your pussy," I told her as we moved toward the bedroom.

"I've never done something like that, but I'll let you do it because I want to please you."

"This isn't a matter of you pleasing me. I want us to please each other. It not only would please me to suck your cunt, but I'm sure it would please you too."

In the bedroom, I removed her robe and turned her to face me.

"Your tits are so beautiful and your nipples are so suckable." She moaned softly and put her hand behind my head to hold it close as I greedily savored each hard nipple.

I backed her onto the bed and quickly undressed.

As she stared at my groin, she said, "Your prick is so much nicer looking than my husband's."

A huge drop of pre-come spilled from the slit in my cock. I climbed on the bed far enough to put it close to her face.

"Taste it," I urged, pressing my prick against her lips.

Her wide-open eyes were filled with apprehension as she stared at me.

"Go ahead," I implored, gazing tenderly into her eyes.

Her look softened. Then her tongue licked the drop and before I could move away she had her lips around the head of my prick.

"Stop!" I said.

"Why? I've never tasted a man or had a prick in my mouth. I want to suck you."

"And I'm dying to suck you. So, let me turn around and lie on my back. Then, get on top of me with your cunt against my mouth and we'll suck each other."

It wasn't long before both of us climaxed. Her warm, creamy come was delicious.

After our breathing returned to normal, she surprised me with her newfound candor when she said, "I want you to fuck me. But since you won't be up to it for a while, let's go to the kitchen and have a cup of coffee."

A short time later, we were crossing the living room on our way back to the bedroom. At that moment, the front door opened and a good-looker about the same age as Lucille entered.

"Uh, hi, Norma," Cille stammered, far too embarrassed to say more.

Norma, who was covetously eyeing my prick, said to me, "Hel-l-lo, stud. I live next door." Still looking at me, she said, "Lucille, you sly fox, considering all the good times we've shared, I'm disappointed that you didn't invite me to your little party. Let's make it an orgy." Before Lucille could say a word, Norma whipped off her blouse, unhooked and removed her bra, then winked at me as I stared at her gorgeous tits and my prick began to swell.

What happened after that is one helluva fuck/suck story. 



Lucille



Note: I've reworked this and resubmitted it. I felt (and still feel) that intent to cheat is the same as cheating. It is disrespect for a spouse as much as having intercourse is. Obviously, a lot of readers disagree with this view so I will graciously agree to disagree with them and try to make the intent of the story clearer.

I have heard back from a number of people about finishing "Ruby," so I will do it over the next couple of weeks. Note that it will be a sad story -- it's a sad song. You will definitely get more out of it if you know the song, and especially if you or a loved one served in Viet Nam.





Lucille and Mrs. Miller



This story is total fantasy and does not include any underage sex or cruelty.

*****

I felt very nervous knowing that in the following week, Father Flynn would be visiting Bruce and myself and deciding what my penance should be for formal absolution.

When I spoke to Mrs Miller about the visit she was quite cheerful and told me "Don't worry, Mrs Ross, he is a lovely man and is so experienced."

When Bruce and I talked it over he seemed even more concerned than I was. He told me "He is quite an old man but he is very imposing at the meetings I attend every week." That was my impression as well, although I didn't attend as many joint meetings as my husband.

I could see that Bruce was agitated and not telling me everything. I felt he was hiding something from me. I kept badgering him until he cracked. He explained that although Father Flynn was quite an old man, someone on the Finance Committee had said that he was a big man.

I was puzzled and asked "What do you mean by 'big man' Bruce. He is an old man and has quite a normal sort of build.

Bruce looked uncomfortable "You know Lucille. He is very 'big'." He emphasized the word 'big'.

I was still mystified and kept badgering Bruce to explain more. Finally he cracked "Someone said he had a big penis."

I was astonished. I had never associated a priest, especially an old man to be big in that area and asked "Are you really saying that someone said he had a big penis?"

Bruce was blustering "Well not exactly those words Lucille."

I was worried, but also getting irritated "Well come on Bruce. What exactly was said?"

He was bright red but came out with it "They said the old man had a huge prick."

I felt myself go all strange and muttered "A huge prick. An old priest with a huge prick." My imagination ran wild.

Bruce nodded "Actually someone else said it is not just big, it is massive, with a huge knob on the end."

"Gods it sounds like Brian's."

He nodded "Maybe bigger."

It was very noticeable to both of us that whilst we had for many years talked about things like this in our secret taboo fantasies, we were now talking about real people and real things were happening to us.

Things which had been fantasies were now becoming a reality. In the background there were also outrageous fantasies which now seemed to have a good chance of becoming real.

We both recognized that our marriage was changing dramatically and for some strange reason neither of us were making objections. With our wonderful family support and our own basic talents we had always had a very favoured life style. We could both see the gradual change. We weren't actually volunteering for these changes but we were very willingly drifting along with them

It was the same with our relationships with Mrs Miller and her son Brian. Here again things were changing almost imperceptibly. 

For over a month now I had been aware that my husband had been obtaining my underwear to give to young Brian. At least twice a week my panties were being handed over.

After it had happened that first time, Bruce had told me about it and asked if it was OK for him to carry on. It made me feel squishy, but obviously I couldn't allow myself to be complicit in such actions so I simply told him that it was men's business and I didn't want to be involved.

It was noticeable that those same panties would turn up a few days later in pristine condition, beautifully ironed and smelling of perfumed water. I realised that Mrs Miller was involved somehow.

I very often used the CCTV system to observe my husband in the shed working. This wasn't a spy system and I knew he frequently watched me in the kitchen or bedroom or any room in the house. We could, if we chose, turn the thing off to stop being observed but neither of us ever did. I think that deep down we both wanted to be watched.

Just as my working arrangements with Mrs Miller were changing, so was my husband and Brian. Bruce had taught the young lad so well that he had become and expert with the Bakelite boards and very often it would be Brian finishing off some of the technical items as my husband swept the shed at the end of the day.

Brian was still very respectful of Bruce but it was clear that they had a very open way of dealing with each other and genuinely liked each other. Following that first upset when the Millers had started to work for us Bruce was obviously very careful not to upset young Brian.

I was entranced one morning as I casually had a cup of coffee watching Brian on the CCTV doing some intricate circuit work as my husband entered the shed. 

Brian stopped his work for a moment and looked anxiously at my husband and muttered "Have you got them, Mr Ross? Have you got her dirty knickers for me?"

I felt shocked as it was so direct but I had wondered how they did this exchange so I turned up the sound so that I didn't miss anything. I watched as Bruce nodded "Yes I have them Bri. Do you have the ones I gave you on Friday?"

I saw Brian take out a lovely clean bag and handed it to my husband and knew they were my other panties which presumably Mrs Miller had washed. 

Bruce took out a small paper bag. Brian was impatient "Which ones are they Mr Ross?"

Bruce looked quite pleased with himself as he drew out a pair of my drawers and handed them to the young lad saying "They are her white lace knickers, Bri. You like them."

I watched as Brian took them eagerly in his hand and brought them to his nose and inhaled deeply. Bruce looked on anxiously "Are they the ones you like Bri. Are they OK?"

Brian lowered the material from his face "They are great Mr Ross. They are the small lacy ones. They have been right up her. I can smell her cunt." 

Bruce looked pleased with himself "I can get her pink ones on Friday if you want them Bri."

Brian nodded "Thanks Mr Ross, I like those. They are the silk ones which show up the marks."

"That's right Bri."

Suddenly Brian changed the subject "Did you fuck her last night, Mr Ross?"

I could see Bruce looking uncomfortable "No, Bri. Not last night. She said I wasn't big enough for her."

Brian seemed disappointed "That's a pity Mr Ross, but never mind. It's not your fault."

My husband still seemed eager to please the lad and said "I have taken some pictures of Lucille for you, Bri."

When I heard this, I was flabbergasted. We both liked naughty pictures but over the last fortnight Bruce had seemed keen on taking more candid pictures of me. I thought they were for his private use and found it funny but nice to go along with him.

Brian obviously knew the sort that Bruce had been taking and asked eagerly "Have you got any Tit ones Mr Ross?"

Brian looked pleased that he had the young man's full attention and said "Better, than that Bri. You will like them a lot."

Brian groaned and squeezed between his legs and muttered "Tit and Cunt?"

I was amazed as I heard Bruce say "That's right Bri. Tit and Cunt. And the cunt ones you'll specially like. The hairy ones."

I could see my husband showing the young lad my very personal pictures. I felt very strange as I could see the pleasure on his face. 

He murmured "Just look at her nipples Mr Ross and the cheeky little cunt hidden in the black curls."

Bruce looked as excited as Brian and very pleased with himself and said "Ill try to get some better ones next time Bri."

Brian looked appreciative "That's wonderful, Mr Ross. If you can, try to get some with her legs wide open."

My husband nodded "I will do my best for you, Bri."

Brian whispered loudly "We will have to get her down the shed again before long Mr Ross. I will have to do it to her again."

This, at least, seemed to shock Brian as this time he sounded a bit alarmed "You want her down here again Bri. Do you mean like the last time?" I knew he was talking about my 'accident'.

Brian shook his head "Not exactly like the last time Mr Ross. I am going to turn her around."

Bruce sounded a little out of his depth now. Brian hardly seemed to notice my husband's discomfort as he muttered "Next time, I am going up her bottom."

Bruce was bright red but also panting. I could see he didn't know what to say. I think he wanted to object but was nervous about upsetting the young lad.

Brian then changed the subject and simply told him "We had better get on with these circuit boards Mr Ross. I know you have that contract to complete and I don't want to let you down."

Bruce seemed relieved the conversation was over and nodded "Yes Bri and we also have to run through the details of our presentation." I was amazed how quickly they both settled down to the normal daytime routine. It was almost the same with Mrs Miller and myself.

As far as I was concerned, I just couldn't see her or talk to her enough. I wanted her company as much as possible. It was almost as if I were a little girl hanging around her mothers skirts.

When she was cleaning or tidying around the house I wanted to be close to her chatting and helping. She was still very respectable and the more I thought about it she seemed like my old tutor in university Mrs Grace. 

Things had gone a lot further than that of course. When she had time and was feeling nice to me she would often squeeze my breasts and pinch my bum.

Other times I could hardly stop myself nuzzling into her breasts making her laugh.

It wasn't like this all the time. Mostly we (or mainly she) ensured we kept to a business relationship where we treated each other with the greatest respect. It was when I felt overly bubbly she would relent.

I found that in these moods she would allow me to talk in the childish way that excited me and she would give me little squishy treats.

I did ask her about Father Flynn's penis and she laughed but confirmed that he was very big.

When she saw I looked worried she laughed "Now don't worry, Lucy. You will love his cock."

Over the next few days I witnessed on the CCTV cameras Bruce showing Brian more very personal pictures of me in various stages of undress. 

Brian kept asking my husband, what it was like ,to watch me undressing.

Bruce seemed very anxious to please the lad and showing off his intimate knowledge by showing him pictures of me taking my knickers off and some of me masturbating for my dessert.

Later on when I told Bruce that I had seen him showing my naked pictures to Brian, he seemed embarrassed but his excuse was "Brian asked me to get them for him. Lucille."

It was such a weak excuse and it didn't seem to occur to him that he could have refused. Although to be fair, I could have put a stop to it if I wished. For some strange reason, I didn't make any objections.

The conversations I listened to fascinated me and I could see that both men would get aroused but for different reasons. If anything Bruce was more excited than Brian.

I worked it out that the main thing that excited my husband was that by showing the lad, pictures of me, he could please him. Bruce wanted to please Brian.

The main consequence was that the pictures became even more personal.

There was one picture where I was fully dressed but I had a green plaid skirt up over my waist and my panties half way down my thighs as I smiled sweetly for Bruce's camera. 

As this picture was shown, Brian was telling my husband "Just look at her hairy cunt Mr Ross. Do you remember watching me go up her cunt with my prick?"

Bruce's voice was so croaky "I know Bri. I watched you go up her."

It was such a private male conversation that I felt guilty watching. I felt quite moist.

Although the way they were acting and talking about me was bizarre, this was only a small proportion of their activities in the shed. For the most part they both worked quite industriously completing the boards and practising their forthcoming presentations.

What was very clear was Brian's profound respect and admiration for my husband. He always spoke to him with genuine deference and always called him Mr Ross.

I couldn't really criticise my husband as in some ways my own behaviour with Mrs Miller was equally bizarre. She was always dressed simply in a skirt and blouse and sometimes a cardigan. It was all so ordinary but I just loved looking at her. 

Her breasts were quite big and a little droopy but that was because she was so motherly. I loved thinking of her as motherly.

I had told her so many times about my own fantasies about my own mother and father. Some of these conversations had turned into full Confessions. These family fantasies seemed to excite me the most but they also bothered me as it didn't seem right somehow to think about them in this way.

I felt that Mrs Miller seemed to get special enjoyment when I told her about the family ones and would question me about my feelings for my mothers Tits and Daddy's big prick. They were really fantasies which Bruce and I had used so many times over the years.

When I was working at my desk and she was around the house cleaning I was always wondering what she was doing or thinking and more and more I would drift out and chat. She would carry on dusting and talking politely to me and sometimes I would pick up a cloth and help her. During these odd intervals the time would just fly by.

When she was actually polishing my work area, it was heaven. She was genuinely interested in my designs and I just adored showing her what I had come up with. Sometimes she would comment with a smile "My my Lucille, you are a clever little girl."

I was in ecstasy when she complimented me like that and giggled like a young girl if she pinched my bottom.

If she was looking at my designs and then say something about falling behind in her work I would quickly tell her "Don't worry Mrs Miller. You carry on looking at the drawings. I will carry on with dusting in this area."

She would laugh but also add serious note "But you shouldn't do that Mrs Ross. Your clothes are too expensive."

I was really encouraging her to help me in much the same way as Brian was helping my husband. In one way it was easier for me as I had been very surprised that she was so adept at the computer which made it fairly simple for me to show her how to alter certain patterns.

When I asked her if she had a computer she explained "No of course not Mrs Ross. I couldn't possibly afford one, but I use the computer in the Church House to sort out Father Flynn's Accounts."

I was surprised "But doesn't he have an Accountant to do all that Mrs Miller?"

She told me "Yes, but he will only check the Accounts before submitting them to the Internal Revenue. I collect all the monies and then log them into an Account Sheet so that it is easy for the Accountant. Because I do that he doesn't charge the Parish very much for his work."

I was amazed. There seemed no end to Mrs Millers talent or abilities. I admired her before but now I just thought she was incredible. 

I loved seeing her sitting at my desk making some alterations which were usually quite valid as I did the dusting around the office and chatted about everything. She made it very clear that she worked for me and always addressed me respectfully as Mrs Ross. I wished she would be more familiar.

As we both worked together she did put her foot down saying "You shouldn't be doing that dirty work Mrs Ross. That is my job. You will get your lovely clothes all dusty. You should wear something more suitable for cleaning duties " With that she vacated my chair and took the duster off me and commenced her cleaning activities. There was nothing I could do.

On other days I even considered putting on clothes more suitable for cleaning but felt that would be too blatant.

I did however appeal to her in other ways to help me by telling her "You know how much I respect you Mrs Miller and I don't want you to do anything you don't want to but I really need these designs to be checked out on the computer and it would be of tremendous assistance to me and I know you can do it."

She looked hesitant "But the cleaning Maam. It has to be done."

I smiled "I can easily do that myself Mrs Miller and we can chat together at the same time."

Before she could raise any more objections I added " And don't worry about me spoiling my clothes. It is not very dusty in this office and in any case I can easily afford some more dresses."

I knew I had covered everything and so did she and said "Alright then Mrs Ross, if you insist I will do my best on the computer."

We both laughed and she settled down in front of my computer and I started to do the dusting around the shelves in the office. It wasn't very dirty but I was very careful not to disturb her. Although I wanted to be in her company, I genuinely wanted her to check the designs. We could chat later on. 

As she sat at my desk and I dusted the shelves directly in front of her hoping she was looking at me and had the same sort of thoughts.

After about an hour she looked up from the computer and told me "I have sorted out the first batch Mrs Ross and made some alterations. I think you should see what I have done."

I kept my own act up and stood behind her and peered over her shoulder. 

Apart from my own reasons for behaving in this precocious manner I immediately saw that the items she had altered were absolutely spot on. She really was good at everything and I told her.

She seemed pleased and said "Perhaps I can finish off the rest tomorrow Mrs Ross."

I didn't want to risk pushing myself onto her and said "That would be wonderful, Mrs Miller. To be honest I would like us to work together in much the same way as my husband works with Brian. If your cleaning work falls behind because you are helping me then I can do some of your cleaning. I was laying it on the line that I wanted to work closely with her.

She looked at me very seriously and said "Yes, they are a good team Mrs Ross. I can now appreciate that Brian is quite good in the shed and your husband is very good at teaching him things and indeed giving things to Brian which he enjoys."

As she looked at me I immediately felt guilty. I knew she was referring to my panties being given to Brian and possibly the pictures of me which Bruce had been showing to Brian.

I didn't want to show my guilt but I wanted to express some sort of contrition and said "If you think that there is anything improper Mrs Miller, I could stop that if you say so."

She smiled "No, there is nothing to worry about Mrs Ross, there is something I would like to say though." My heart almost stopped. She must know and was going to object.

As I had these ominous thoughts she smiled at me "I just want to tell you Mrs Ross that I am very pleased that you and Mr Ross are giving my Brian things that he likes and appreciates very much."

I breathed a sigh of relief. We were obviously talking about my dirty knickers so I said "It is I who am grateful Mrs Miller. Everything is returned in pristine condition."

She chuckled "That is the least I can do Mrs Ross. My son's actions don't make them any cleaner." She then added "They give me pleasure as well."

I was so shocked but felt so lovely. I think I saw the way clear to develop things a lot further but I would need to talk to my husband.

I wondered if she knew about the pictures. Even this was clarified when she said "I did think that perhaps Mr Ross could get a better quality camera. There are some very high definition cameras in the market now."

I nodded. That would be easily sorted out. I didn't show any emotion but going through my mind I almost giggled that it could also be arranged for future pictures to have some very high definition angles and close ups which I thought young Brian would like. I knew now that his mother might like to see them as well. 

That evening I casually put on a short black dress with black silk stockings but left my panties off. They were ideal for photographic sessions and over the next few evenings Bruce started to take more and more explicit pictures of me. He didn't really explain everything to me although he must have known I was aware of his purpose. 




Lucille and Mrs. Miller Pt. 01



Lucille and Bruce (Part 1. Introduction)

This story is total fantasy and has no relationship to real life or experience. There is no underage sex or cruelty.

*****

It is difficult to understand how Lucille and her husband Bruce Ross had ended up being so involved with one of the local lads, Brian and his mother Mrs Alice Miller. The families were such opposites in all ways.

Lucille had always been so bright and talented and beautiful, it was almost inevitable she would eventually marry her childhood friend Bruce. It was a match of talent and beauty. Both of their parents were delighted. 

Lucille had been Head Girl at the local Baptist High School before she went to university where she had obtained a First Class Degree before moving onto various positions and ending up as Artistic Director to a prestigious Design Company. 

She was such a thoughtful young woman and liked to be kind to everyone. Lucille worked from home and loved her husband very much.

When she had been 19 in university she had developed an overwhelming crush on her 50 year old History Tutor, Mrs Grace. 

It had never passed the bottom patting and squeezing over blouses stage although Lucille had hoped for more.

That had stopped when Mrs Grace had explained "What you must remember Lucille that all relationships must depend on the actual circumstances prevailing at the particular time. You are a young woman almost 20 years of age. I am middle aged and there is nothing wrong with that. But what is critical is that I am your Tutor. If anything was found out I would be in terrible trouble and you would be damaged for quite some time."

Lucille knew her hopes were dashed when Mrs Grace didn't squeeze her bottom or touch her breasts. Over the years she often thought of Mrs Grace and it invariably sent a flushy exciting feeling through her body. Over the years she had told Bruce everything and he had been understanding as ever.

Bruce hadn't had any relationship like that but it was a success story nevertheless. He had been Captain of his schools cricket team and President of his University Debating Society before establishing himself in his own business in his mid-twenties. He was a wizard at electronics and surveillance systems and also worked from home from his workshop set in their large garden and all the big companies sought his advice and help.

He and Lucille had known each other since they were children and it had been both parents dearest wish that the talented couple should eventually marry.

They had started to go out with one another before they were 21 and by the time they were 23 had married and lived in an idyllic cottage by a lovely stream. His father had paid for the cottage and her parents had furnished it for them.

There was no real need as both Bruce and Lucille were both earning fabulous salaries in their own right. Everything was absolutely perfect.

For all of Lucille's Baptist upbringing she had a very healthy sexual appetite and she and Bruce were happy in all respects. Bruce was very clever and athletic and although he wasn't really a big man he enjoyed his bedtime romps with his wife very much. He did feel a little embarrassed about his small size but Lucille assured him that it was unimportant. She really loved him.

Lucille was very adventurous and loved to experiment and role play and relive all her childhood fantasies. Bruce didn't have his wife's tremendous imagination but was completely swept along in the excitement of her fantasies. They gradually became his fantasies as well.

The fantasies were nothing like real life and involved a lot of spanking and mutual masturbation and bisexual suggestions with some pretty dressing up, cuckolding and different age fantasies. They were usually about an older man or older woman with a younger adult. Lucille had told Bruce about Mrs Grace and her subsequent fantasies and could see they excited him. He liked her talking about Mrs Grace.

There was NO under-age element in their fantasies as they both hated the idea of that fetish. It was the same with any idea of pain or hurt. They both deplored that.

Whilst in everyday life none of them ever used bad language, it seemed very natural when in fantasy to talk about the 'c' and 'f' words. They added to the intensity. 

They both liked the intimate family fantasies. 

This was where the older man came into the fantasy as the elderly father or uncle with Lucy acting as the young married women who idolised Daddy. 

Bruce was particularly aroused when Lucy introduced him to dressing in girl's clothes and what really excited him was when his wife applied really thick red lipstick on him with sweet smelling perfume. 

Actually Bruce had thought about pretty girls clothes all his life but had never actually indulged. It was so erotic.

As he had quite a small frame, she could dress him up in such a way with a nice hairpiece and pretty dress that he looked more than just attractive. It really aroused him. And her.

In these games they would both relate to their own families. With Bruce in his pretty clothes, his small physical attributes really helped the fantasy especially when Lucille emphasized to him how well her Daddy was endowed. There was a sort of mild humiliation element which they both found intensely exciting. Lucille noticed that Bruce's small penis would become quite large when he was embarrassed.

Somehow in the heat of the fantasy, Bruce became Little Brucie and was very excited at the thought of his father having a massive cock.

Lucille could see the excitement in her pretty husband cuckold and this drove her on to describe in detail her father's big knob. 

The words would get even more intense as she started to refer to Daddy's prick and how he would make it big for her. Indeed she could see Brucie getting so excited she would repeat her description about Daddy's thick prick with its pulsating knob at the top. Brucie would almost pass out in excitement.

It was ecstatic and sometimes their joint fantasies would be so outrageous and involve both their parents and local dignitaries like the headmaster or the priest.

It really was all fantasy and they both knew they would never do these things in real life. They would sometimes giggle together later wondering what their families would think if they ever found out. 

When they were in fantasy mode however it was very very serious and definitely no giggling. Lucille could be very strict indeed if need be, and Little Brucie loved being pretty. When in fantasy mode it was very real for him. 

They lived their roles and knew what pleasured the other. When he was Little Brucie he always felt very obedient. 

As with all marriages these excitements cooled a little after about 15 years and although they still enjoyed their joint fantasies, it had become almost too regular. Now their secret fantasy games had dropped to about once a month. 

They missed the excitement but both accepted that this was quite normal in marriage, although they still had their favourite fantasies. Bruce liked the pretty girlie fantasy and Lucille loved the older lesbian ones. 

She thought of Mrs Grace when she was alone and sometimes she would excite her husband by telling him what she liked Mrs Grace to do to her.

When they were in their mid-thirties, they were both feeling very pleased with the way their lives had developed. Lucille used a lot of her spare time helping various charities and did in fact visit quite a lot of poorer people in their homes to offer help. Bruce fully supported his wife and donated generously.

It was on one of these visits that Lucille was particularly moved with the plight of one older mother and son who lived a very poor existence. 

The woman Mrs Miller had lost her husband many years earlier and went out cleaning various houses for a pittance to support her son and herself. She didn't have much money to buy nice clothes but she was always spotless and liked to smile. 

The boy Brian was about 23 and very withdrawn and had no friends. He didn't have a job as he wasn't very bright.

What appalled Lucille the most, was the fact that the people who employed Mrs Miller paid her so poorly. They were really taking advantage of a middle aged woman who just had to accept what she was given. When she told Bruce he sympathised with his wife and asked her what she intended to do about it.

Lucille felt a little on the back foot and asked what he meant. Bruce simply said "Well we are very well placed, and although we have all the modern appliances we could probably do with some more help in the house and we would pay her the correct rate which would make her life better."

Lucille looked at her husband and realised what a good man he was.

She couldn't understand why she herself hadn't thought of that idea. She kissed Bruce on the forehead and then she had an idea. "Could you find anything in your workshop for Brian to do, Love?"

Bruce nodded. He thought for a moment "Well, I know he is 23 but I don't think he is bright enough to do anything technical, but I think he could clean the shed up for me most days and I could easily spend some time showing him a few things. We can afford to pay him some weekly wage as well."

After that little chat, they both felt better in themselves. They really were good people.

When Mrs Miller and her son Brian arrived on the Monday it was clear that they were awestruck with the luxury. Lucille was her usual lovely self and introduced them to her husband. Bruce brought them all a nice cup of tea and whilst Lucille chatted to Mrs Miller, he took Brian out to see his work shed. It was much more than a shed as it had large windows, carpets and air conditioning and quite luxurious.

Brian was very slow in understanding things and not very communicative but Bruce was pleased that the young man seemed to be very interested in the TV screens and monitors and showed some enthusiasm.

That evening when Lucille and Bruce had a chat about the day's events they were both satisfied as how things had turned out. Mrs Miller and her son would officially start the next day.

Lucille found out quite quickly that Mrs Miller was very hard working and pitched in with the washing and scrubbing and cleaning with very little supervision and she was able to devote all her time to her work for the Design Company.

Bruce quickly established that Brian was quite industrious and although he was very withdrawn and difficult to talk to, he had a great interest in the surveillance systems and was intrigued how Bruce had wired up the various room with CCTV.

Brian did ask "But Mr Ross doesn't that mean you could see everything all the time?"

Bruce thought that was quite a sensible question and said so, and then explained "Every room is also equipped with a 'Switch Off' button so if my wife or myself didn't want to be observed in any room, then all she has to do is flick a switch and the particular room she was in is taken out of the system."

Brian thought it was incredibly clever and for some reason Bruce really enjoyed the lad's admiration.

Over the next 3 months things settled down amazingly well. Although Lucille was quite busy she found herself coming out of her own workroom and enjoying a cup of tea and a chat with the older woman.

Mrs Miller was quite serious but she was so very interesting and told her about her duties in her local church and she also read extensively. She was a devout Roman Catholic and spoke very highly of her priest Father Flynn for whom she frequently stood in as a sort of unofficial Curate. She also looked after the flowers for the alter dressing on Sundays. 

She also confided in her problems with Brian in that he was so self-conscious and shy he was afraid of girls of his own age and although he wasn't very clever he was a sensitive lad and tried to show his love in other ways and she helped him. Lucille was intrigued with the comment but decided not to probe.

They also found out that both Mrs Miller and her son were very kind people. Mrs Miller clearly did a lot of work for her church but it was surprising that young Brian spent a lot of time in the local animal sanctuary helping care for abandoned pets of all kinds. Lucille found herself enthralled with the older woman and even started to confide her own problems.

Bruce was impressed with the lad's work ethic, and told his wife that Brian was really earning his money, and he had in fact increased it to show his appreciation. Bruce worked very hard in trying to get the lad to talk more with a fair amount of success. 

Bruce teased him about girls and Brian coloured up and said he didn't like girls as he thought they were silly. At least he was talking, and Bruce would keep up the gentle banter as a way to get him talking.

Bruce had some naughty magazines in his shed and a few times he caught Brian looking at them. He didn't embarrass the boy but just joked that the women were especially glamorous and very desirable. 

He was surprised when Brian said very emphatically "They are not as pretty as Mrs Ross." Bruce just nodded in agreement without commenting. 

He did however jokingly tell his wife that she had a secret admirer in the house. Lucille laughed but like any woman enjoyed the thought.

When the spicy mags were left on the desk, Brian would tend to look at them very intently and Bruce was surprised that the lad seemed more interested in looking at pictures of women more in their thirties or forties in their underwear than the younger more glamorous girlies.

Bruce and his wife had very few secrets and he had no worries about telling Lucille who giggled. She knew the magazines very well as she and Bruce often used them in their fantasies.

Bruce showed her the picture of a woman who looked a bit thirtyish reading something but sitting in a way which carelessly showed her panties. Brian had seemed fascinated by it earlier. Bruce smiled when his wife giggled "She is no teenager." 

Bruce laughed "No Lucille, she looks about your age. I think young Brian had you on his mind" Lucille giggled again and felt flushed. She noticed that Bruce seemed to enjoy telling her these things.

As time passed, Lucille confided more and more in Mrs Miller and strangely felt more settled. She even told her that she had always been a little guilty over the fantasies which she and Bruce shared. Again the answer was so nice and positive "All you have to worry about Mrs Ross is whether you are hurting anyone."

Lucille felt better in herself as the answer was plainly 'No'. She nodded but persisted "But what about our Family Fantasies, Mrs Miller. You are a woman of the church. Surely these fantasies are a sin?"

Mrs Miller smiled "The same rules apply whatever the situations. You have fantasies about naughty things with your mother and father. Mr Ross likes the 'Being Pretty' fantasies and probably enjoys being embarrassed. But ask yourself Mrs Ross 'are they hurting your mother or father?' And does Mr Ross's girly or cuckold fantasies hurt anyone. No one knows about them, so don't worry."

Lucille felt so much better especially when the older woman added "And don't forget we all have outrageous fantasies and especially people who go to church and we all look at dirty pictures."

Lucille was gobsmacked "Do you fantasize Mrs Miller?"

"Of course I do Mrs Ross and they are every bit as naughty as yours. So does Brian. Everyone does." She added "And shared fantasies are the best of all."

Later on Lucille couldn't wait to tell her husband about her chat with Mrs Miller. Bruce was amazed. He got his wife to repeat several times all the conversation especially the 'girly fantasies' and the dirty pictures.

He was as intrigued as Lucille about Mrs Miller's reference to shared fantasies "Do you think she shares them with Brian?"

Lucille shrugged her shoulders "I don't know. The only other person she mentions is Father Flynn and she respects him so much it hardly seems likely."

Brian was really improving all the time and Bruce found he could leave him at the Work Bench alone more often. He did notice that his magazine collection was disturbed more often now and he was really curious as to how the young man felt about Lucille.

He decided to experiment by leaving some pictures of women about Lucille's age out on the bench so that Brian could hardly miss them.

He was right. When he returned Brian was almost transfixed looking at one picture of a woman about 35 reading a paper with her legs open showing her underwear. 

Bruce made a joke of things saying "I thought she looked like my Lucille."

Brian was still staring and muttered "I would like to fuck her."

The expression startled Bruce and he was unsure whether the young lad was talking about the woman in the picture or his wife.

He decided that he shouldn't make a fuss then as he had contributed to the scenario himself. Later on he did confide in Lucille who was equally curious about the lad's thoughts. Secretly she was pleased and had an idea that her husband wasn't as upset as he made out.

Her own conversations with Mrs Miller were getting longer as she enjoyed the quiet wisdom and the older woman's common sense about so many subjects. Whenever she had any problems with work she started to sound out Mrs Miller's thoughts and always they were so sound and sensible. In a way she found talking to Mrs Miller was like talking to Mrs Grace.

On a few isolated occasions she even called her Mrs Grace. Mrs Miller had simply smiled at her. Lucille felt flushed for some strange reason.

She was still intrigued with the idea of the fantasies and Mrs Miller's devout association with her church. Lucille herself was a churchgoer but she knew it wasn't as intense as the way Mrs Miller spoke about her devotions. Her Baptist background wasn't as rigid as the Catholic beliefs.

She remembered that Mrs Miller had told her that just about everyone had naughty fantasies and implied that she liked dirty pictures. They had also spoken of the guilt that Lucille felt over some of the really dirty fantasies involving family. Although Mrs Miller had said that they were nothing to worry about she had acknowledged that they were sinful albeit not serious sins.

Lucille knew that Mrs Miller being such a devout Catholic went to Holy Confession every Saturday Evening to Father Flynn. Lucille couldn't get to grips with the thought of telling a man all these personal faults, especially when she held the man in such esteem and had day to day dealings with him. Lucille thought it would be incredibly difficult.

One afternoon she tentatively asked her Cleaning Lady if she had any problems telling her fantasies to Father Flynn. Alice smiled at the young woman's curiosity. 

As always, she didn't dismiss the query or refuse to answer. Instead she sat down and explained "These things are only difficult Mrs Ross if you allow them to be difficult. When I confess any dirty things to Father Flynn, I feel absolutely free from all guilt. He listens quietly and gives me three Hail Marys as a penance and sometimes some extra things and I no longer have any worries or guilt."

This seemed a wonderful solution to Lucille put as simply as that. But she knew it wasn't really that simple and said "But you read in the newspapers about bad priests who take advantage of women and ending up doing really awful things."

Mrs Miller nodded and spoke seriously "You are right Mrs Ross, but the number of bad priests in the overall picture are really minute. The vast majority are like Father Flynn and are really good men and are so helpful and holy."

She added with a smile "Actually Mrs Ross, the fantasy of being taken by a priest who is also an old man can be exciting in itself." 

Lucille understood what her Cleaner was saying and had a mental image of herself in the Church House after Mass, just lying on the carpet for the old man's pleasure. As Mrs Miller had said the fantasy was exciting.




Lucille and Mrs. Miller Pt. 01



She was however very taken with the Confession Idea and said "It must be wonderful to be able to tell all your faults and sins like that Mrs Miller. It's a pity they don't do that in our church. Unfortunately the Baptists don't believe in that."

Alice nodded. She wasn't critical and simply said "Yes Mrs Ross, we are all different and I suppose we have to make the best of what we have."

Lucille wished she could have something similar in her church but then the thought of telling her Baptist Minister about the dirty fantasies that she and Bruce shared and about Bruce in his girly underwear and being cuckolded almost frightened her just thinking about it. 

She said "It's all very well for you Mrs Miller, but you are so sensible and mature. There must be many Catholic women who have these naughty thoughts and would be as frightened to tell a man as I am."

Alice Miller looked at her Employer with new eyes and thought for a moment before answering. "That really is an intelligent question Lucille. Probably the best question you could have asked. There are many Catholic women with exactly the same fears as you have raised and it is indeed a very real problem."

Lucille was really into the heart of things now. She was curious and she was intrigued as she asked "Well tell me Alice, how these women cope with Confession. Presumably they are devout Catholics and have to go to Confession. What do they do?"

Mrs Miller hesitated and then explained "It isn't well known but many women can go to Women Confession Councillors first to explain what they do over a nice cup of tea and sort of clear the ground before going to Holy Confession with the priest." 

Lucille murmured "I have never heard of that system before Mrs Miller. It seems very secret."

Again Alice Miller hesitated "It is not advertised at all Lucille as it is so sensitive and besides that there are not many of us who provide this service."

Lucille was stunned "You are a Confession Councillor, Mrs Miller? You listen to people's problems and they tell you everything over a cup of tea?"

Alice nodded, "Not all people though Lucille. Only Catholic women who are worried. I explain that they have nothing to fear in telling priests their secrets. The Holy Fathers have heard many things before and probably worse."

Lucille went quiet for a minute. "I am a Baptist as you know. I am not a Catholic but I really would like to go to Confession with you Mrs Miller. I get so worried sometimes about my fantasies that it would be such a relief to confess everything and be given a penance to absolve all my guilt."

Mrs Miller didn't answer for a while and Lucille waited in tense anticipation for the older woman's answer. When it came, it was, as always, quite guarded "I am not sure Mrs Ross. I do like you very much and want to help you but I should have a word with Father Flynn first."

Lucille had to accept the situation. She knew Father Flynn from various committees and did feel a little flushy over the thought of Mrs Miller telling the old man about her fantasies but knew she had no option. She needed Mrs Miller's help. She felt so anxious.

That evening she told Bruce about her chat to Mrs Miller and he was more than understanding. He seemed a little flushed and asked her if she had discussed his 'pretty situation' and Lucille told him "She did say you have the ideal frame to be a very pretty boy or even a pretty girl and liked your picture pulling your skirt up and showing your pretty panties." 

Bruce knew which one his wife mentioned and muttered loudly to himself "Oh God." but noticeably didn't object.

Although Lucille's thoughts were concentrating on her own Confession predicament she had sensed that Bruce was excited about Mrs Miller knowing about his 'prettiness' and the cuckold fantasies. She realised that Mrs Miller had been right about Bruce wanting to be embarrassed and perhaps humiliated.

Bruce felt confused. He was excited about the thought of Mrs Miller knowing everything and Lucille could see the arousal in his face. He controlled himself enough to say "We will just have to wait what she says then, Lucille."

The next day Mrs Miller was late and Lucille was beside herself with anxiety. She had to go to the bathroom several times. Then Mrs Miller arrived, thank goodness. Lucille tried to look casual and Mrs Miller simply started her cleaning as usual.

When Mrs Miller made a cup of tea for both of them Lucille was almost bursting with impatience although she did ask quietly "Did you see Father Flynn about me, Mrs Miller?"

The older woman was very serious and murmured "Yes I did Mrs Ross. I explained everything to him and he did think it through very carefully. One of his first questions was if you wanted to turn to the Catholic Faith?"

Lucille shook her head sadly "That is impossible Mrs Miller. My father is Head Master of the local Catholic Secondary school and it would make his position too difficult. I just couldn't do that."

Lucille felt her chances of Confession receding. It was terrible.

Mrs Miller smiled at her "I anticipated that Mrs Ross and told Father Flynn. He told me to call into the Church House this morning for his decision and that is why I am late."

Lucille waited apprehensively to what Mrs Miller said next.

The older lady slowly explained "Father Flynn said that in the circumstances we can come to some arrangement which will be acceptable to Mother Church, but it must be with your explicit understanding and full acceptance. There is no room for wavering."

Lucille could hardly stop herself smiling and said immediately "I will do anything you or Father Flynn require Mrs Miller. I have come to the stage where I really need Confession with all my heart."

Mrs Miller nodded "I believe you Lucille, but I will explain some of the details. I will be your Mother Councillor and give you full Confession where you will tell me all your sins especially all your fantasies in great detail." 

Lucille nodded her agreement "I will tell you everything Mrs Miller."

Mrs Miller continued "I will then give you Penance which to start with will consist of you saying 3 Hail Marys." 

Lucille had to say "I don't know those prayers Mrs Miller, but I can learn them."

Mrs Miller smiled "I realise that Mrs Ross. Father Flynn suggested that to start with I write out the wording and you read the words back to me after your Confession. Later on I will teach you more prayers which you will say to me during Confession and possibly give you extra penance."

Lucille didn't ask what the extra penance could be but felt so happy that things were working out so well and said so. She had no doubt that she would carry out any extra penance whatever it may be. She also asked about Bruce's fantasies and whether she would have to tell about these.

Mrs Miller nodded. "From what I understand Mrs Ross is that you and your husband's fantasies are very closely intertwined. His Little Girlie fantasies and cuckolding are very much part of your fantasies and sometimes include your mother?"

Lucille nodded. She had also caught her husband looking at Mrs Miller on a few occasions in that special way. She didn't say anything more.

Mrs Miller continued "And when you are sitting on your Daddy's knee, Brucie is a pretty little girl watching everything?"

Lucille blushed but said "Yes that is right Mrs Miller."

Mrs Miller smiled "And when Daddy does naughty things to you he also gives pretty Brucie permission to do things to himself?"

Lucille felt a little embarrassed but murmured "Yes, Brucie touches himself." 

She had actually already shown Mrs Miller a picture of her husband dressed as a schoolgirl masturbating. 

Mrs Miller nodded "I knew that was the situation Mrs Ross and when I explained to Father Flynn. He said it was essential that your husband's fantasies are included in your Confession." 

Lucille nodded "I understand Mrs Miller and I agree and know that my husband will accept as well."

Mrs Miller smiled "That's all settled then Mrs Ross. Normally after such Confession my other clients will then go on to have Confession with Father Flynn. He has said however that as you are not a Catholic this would not be possible. Hence the necessity that your Confession to me is completely full of all detail for my Report and include any pictures you may take or use."

Lucille nodded "I understand Mrs Miller and they will be full of the details." She was unsure what the older woman meant with her Report.

Mrs Miller clarified "I will of course be passing on all of your Confessions and pictures to Father Flynn so that he can provide the Remote Absolution."

Lucille flushed a little at the thought of Father Flynn knowing everything about them. Whilst she had contact with the old priest about once a month she knew that Bruce met up with the Catholic Priest about once a week either at meetings or social functions in the village. 

They were both on the Parish Council which the Priest chaired. She knew this would be embarrassing for her husband but then shrugged her shoulders as she couldn't do anything about it. Actually the situation was due to blow up in an unexpected way, but she wouldn't find out until the next few days.

That evening she told Bruce about her chat to Mrs Miller and he was very eager to listen. He seemed a little flushed and asked her if she had discussed his 'pretty situation' and Lucille said "She did say you have the ideal frame to be a very pretty boy or even a pretty girl and liked your pictures."

Although Lucille's thoughts were concentrating on her own Confession predicament she had hidden a small smile as she sensed that Bruce was excited about Mrs Miller knowing about his prettiness. She realised that Mrs Miller had been right about Bruce wanting to be embarrassed and perhaps humiliated.

Three days later it started to go wrong for Bruce. He really liked young Brian now and found him a real help. He also found he very much enjoyed engaging Brian in more and more deep conversations about the naughty magazines and exploring the lads thoughts about Lucille.

Apart from Bruce's literature he had encouraged Brian to bring in some of his own special mags. Some of them were quite raunchy. When he asked him how he got them he was gob-smacked when Brian explained that his mother bought them for him.

Again the magazines concentrated on older women and some quite mature. Some were smart, others were quite plain. What surprised Bruce was how explicit they were. Actually they were also the sort of pictures that Bruce liked.

One mature woman was sitting on a carpet with her back against the settee and her knees spread showing a bird's eye view up her nice dress straight at the gusset her tight blue panties. 

Scrawled across the top of the picture was the heading 'Mrs R'.

Bruce panted a little. The association was fairly obvious. It unconsciously aroused him but he just said encouragingly "I like that one Bri, her gusset is nice and tight."

Brian nodded in agreement "I know Mr Ross, she gives me a horn on. It makes me wank."

Bruce felt himself get aroused and tried to sound casual "Do you wank often Bri?" The lad sighed "Yes, especially if I think of Mrs Ross."

Bruce felt quite strange. He could see the excitement in the boy's face. He also knew he should object but he was still curious.

Brian showed him another picture which was much more explicit.

This showed a woman in her late thirties sitting back on an easy chair with her legs in the air and her knickers around her knees. Everything was showing. 

Both of them breathed heavily and Brian muttered "I like her cunt Mr Ross."

Bruce also sighed and murmured "So do I Bri."

Brian had become quite talkative now and said "I use that picture to wank with. I think she looks like Mrs Ross."

Bruce said weakly "Lucille?"

Brian was in full flow now "Yes I think she is Mrs Ross and I have her knickers down and she wants my big prick up her cunt." 

Bruce knew he had to call a halt "Bri, you are talking about my wife."

Brian couldn't stop "Yes, but she tells me she want my big knob up her as you have such a small Dicky."

This was so demeaning it brought things into perspective. Bruce spoke with authority "You must stop talking about my wife like that Brian. We have been married for 15 years and we love each other very much."

Brian suddenly realised that he had gone over the top in his excitement and almost cried as he apologised and then said "I must go home, now." 

With that he grabbed his bag and just left. It was mid-morning and Bruce was just left alone in the shed, not knowing what to do. Mrs Miller was due to arrive in about an hour and he felt nervous about her reaction. He didn't know whether to say anything to his wife or not.

He decided to wait it out and quietly carried on with some of his work. After a while Lucille came out to see him. 

She looked bewildered and told him "I have just had a phone call from Mrs Miller. She said that Brian isn't very well and she wouldn't be coming in today."

Bruce felt awful. His wife sensed it was something to do with her husband and slowly extracted what had happened. 

She was upset. Not a Brian's actions but at Bruce. She said grimly "I sensed from the way Mrs Miller spoke that they may never come back. What have you done to us Bruce? I need her very much. How could you be so unfeeling?" 

Bruce felt so miserable himself but tried to defend himself "But he talked about fucking you, Lucille and about my small penis."

Lucille was upset and showed it "For goodness sake Bruce, grow up. Brian is just 23. Little more than a lad. He fantasizes about me. All boys fantasize. You fantasize. I fantasize. Mrs Miller told me that she fantasizes. Besides that, we all know you have a small penis. You told me yourself that the boys used to make fun of your Little Dickie. You have made a mess of things. I wanted Mrs Miller to help me with my Confessions and to be quite honest it didn't do my ego any harm to think that Brian fancied me."

Bruce nodded. His wife was right. There was no harm in any of it. In fact he knew that he himself enjoyed the edgy conversations with young Brian. Even the ones about his little penis made him secretly stiff.

He murmured "I can see that now Lucille. I was wrong. We will have to go to Mrs Miller and apologise."

Lucille was still angry. She snapped "Oh no, Bruce. WE are not apologising. YOU are going to apologise. I haven't done anything to cause this. YOU have. And you shouldn't just apologise to Mrs Miller. You must apologise to young Brian as well." With that she left him in the shed and walked back to the house.

Bruce bit his lip. His wife was right. It was all his fault. He would have to go. He knew how much his wife needed the older woman and he had found himself staring at her quite a lot and imagining what she was wearing underneath. Mrs Miller had caught him a few times but had only given him a slightly enigmatic smile.

Bruce also missed Brian. Apart from enjoying teaching him the technical things he also enjoyed the slyly raunchy conversations which he himself started which had got him into such deep trouble.

He had thought a lot about Mrs Miller buying Brian the dirty magazines which could only have been used for one purpose. From further little chats Bruce had the impression that Mrs Miller may even have taught her son how to wank. Bruce had masturbated several times thinking of that scenario. 

Left on his own, Bruce slumped down on his chair. He knew that if Mrs Miller and Brian didn't turn up the next day he would have to visit Mrs Miller and somehow get her to accept his apology. 

TO BE CONTINUED.



Lucille and Mrs. Miller Pt. 02



This story is total fantasy and has no relationship to real life or experience. There is no under-age sex or cruelty.



Over the next few days I kept hoping and praying and crossing my fingers that Mrs Miller and her son would turn up at our door. I could see that my wife Lucille was seething. She needed Mrs Miller to come and made no bones about the matter that it was my fault. I knew this and prepared myself to visit the Millers. They only lived about half a mile away. The walk would hopefully clear my head. It didn't.

I reached the house which was in a poorer area than ours but it was neat and well cared for. I tentatively knocked the door and after about a minute Mrs Miller herself opened it. When she saw me, there was no smile. Simply "Hello Mr Ross, what can I do for you?"

I stuttered a little "I wondered if I could come in Mrs Miller so that we can have a chat?" She didn't answer but simply stood aside and beckoned me in. At least I had got in.

The Living Room was very simply furnished but very neat and cosy. I asked where Brian was and she explained he was down the Animal Sanctuary helping out. She added pointedly "He is a very kind boy Mr Ross and always wants to help people." I nodded in agreement.

She was waiting for me to explain myself. I wasn't sure where to start but she just waited knowing I must be uncomfortable.

Eventually I managed "I have come to apologise Mrs Miller for my behaviour and attitude to young Brian. Lucille and I have had a long chat and she is very angry with me and we had hoped you and Brian would start back with us. We both miss you very much and would do anything to make up for my stupid mistakes."

She shook her head slowly "I don't think that is possible Mr Ross. You hurt Brian very much. He was simply expressing a fantasy. As I have told Mrs Ross, we all fantasize from time to time and it is not worth getting upset over them, or to upset anyone else."

I bit my lip. I needed to explain my mistake but felt rather clumsy as I said "It just came as a shock when Brian said what he would like to do to my wife."

She shook her head slowly. "As I said Mr Ross, we all fantasize. You like to think of yourself in pretty little girl's clothes and watching your wife being mounted by her father with his big penis. It is probably an embarrassment and humiliation because you have a small penis. But just think what your mother would think if she knew your fantasy."

I thought for a moment. It shocked me to think what Lucille parents would think if they knew. I murmured "I agree. I do have fantasies like that and as you say, they don't do anyone any harm."

She wasn't prepared to let me off so easily and went on "I have noticed Mr Ross that you look at me sometimes quite intensely when I am doing my cleaning tasks, especially when I have to bend over. Please be honest with me now, what are you thinking about?"

I gulped some air in. She seemed to be aware of everything. I wanted to lie but knew she would know straight away and all hope for their return was lost. I panted a bit but decided that the truth was best.

I was embarrassed but confessed "I am sorry, Mrs Miller but my imagination runs away with me. I am thinking about what sort of underclothes you may be wearing under your dress."

She nodded. "It was not difficult to work that out Mr Ross. You could see that there was no tights on so you must have known that I would have a brassiere and panties on underneath my dress."

I murmured "Yes Mrs Miller but it was wonderful to think about them."

She half smiled for the first time and said "So is it any wonder that young Brian often thinks about your wife's lovely breasts and drools thinking about her knickers and what he would like to do to her with his big penis, knowing full well, you are very small?"

The way she explained things was so sensible. I felt I could kick myself for being so stupid in the first place. I tried to explain myself and made it clear that I blamed myself.

For the first time I felt she was softening to me and that I had a chance.

She wasn't looking so grim now and said "What you must understand Mr Ross is that you are a very clever man with a wonderful job and all the money you could possibly want. You are so lucky in life. Additionally you have a really pretty face and with your small build and small penis you are very attractive in your own right. It is no wonder you imagine yourself in a pretty little dress and a brassiere and little knickers and being a little girlie."

I gasped. Her words brought my fantasy to life. I knew Lucille had shown her pictures of me dressed. I wanted to ask her if she liked my dress but I knew I daren't. I simply said "Thank you Mrs Miller. It does excite me and it also embarrasses me and humiliates me."

She nodded. She seemed to know my innermost thoughts. "You don't really understand yourself Mr Ross but it probably excites you to be embarrassed and humiliated." I nodded. She knew.

She was actually smiling at me now. I realised that my honesty was paying off. I wanted to be truthful. I looked at her soft floral dress with just a hint of cleavage and settling down so softly just below her knees. I could see the shape of her big thighs and I felt my embarrassment and excitement rising.

She smiled knowingly "Your penis is stiff isn't it Mr Ross?"

I nodded and said truthfully "I am sorry Mrs Miller."

She knew exactly "You are thinking about my panties aren't you Mr Ross?"

It was almost like a Confession that my wife had told me about. I wanted it. I confessed again "Yes, Mrs Miller and I am very sorry."

She seemed gentler now towards me "Don't be sorry, Mr Ross. Just don't embarrass my lovely Brian again."

It was the first sign that she may return to Lucille and myself. I thought this was my chance and told her "My wife and I would love you to come back to us Mrs Miller and would like to increase your wages, if you would only accept."

She smiled "We will come back Mr Ross, but there is no need for any increase. You and Mrs Ross have been more than generous. I just want to be sure that you will be a good boy and behave yourself."

I felt such huge relief. Her expression about me being a good boy was a little diminutive and gave me a funny feeling but I was so anxious to please I immediately said "Yes Mrs Miller, I promise I will behave myself."

She smiled at me "Alright Mr Ross, I accept your promise and will return."

I wanted to jump for joy and knew that Lucille would be over the moon. I managed to contain myself and said "I am so pleased Mrs Miller. I know my wife is anxious for you to return and would like you to start tomorrow if possible."

She shook her head. I am afraid not Mr Ross. I have to check with Father Flynn first to settle a few more details about her Confession and what sort of Penance I will impose."

I knew she was very devout and there was no way could I persuade her to return before she saw Father Flynn so I just accepted the situation and asked her to telephone my wife when she was ready. She nodded and wished me 'Good Day' and I went home exultant.

As I thought, Lucille was so happy but disappointed that the Millers would not be starting sooner. Like me she was pleased. She did warn me in much the same manner of Mrs Miller "And don't forget Bruce, you have to behave yourself and don't upset Brian."

I was falling into a sort of pattern in this, and promised I would behave myself.

It was a week before Mrs Miller and Brian turned up. During this time both Lucille and I were climbing the wall with anxiety wondering if we should telephone or not.

Mrs Miller explained that she had to obtain Father Flynn's approval and unfortunately he had been away at a seminary. Lucille just told her not to worry and sent me out into the kitchen to make tea and bring in some biscuits for us all. We then all sat down and chatted until Mrs Miller said "Well I had better start my cleaning tasks, Mrs Ross or it will never get done."

We all laughed and I took Brian out into the Work shed. He was very quiet and neither of us mentioned the previous episode.

I was surprised how adept he was using his hands and looked for better ways to do things. I was very pleased and over the next few days he opened up a lot more and we became more chatty.

I did catch him looking at some of the naughty magazines a few times but just joked about it and he relaxed more. There were lots of pictures of older women in short clothes and men with their penises out showing off. I laughed and broke the ice with "There are some big boys there, Bri."

He knew I was joking and responded with a slight smile "I am bigger than those Mr Ross." I laughed with him but could see he was serious. I told Lucille about it in the evenings and she was as pleased as I was about how things were going. I knew she was telling Mrs Miller about lots of private things but so far Mrs Miller hadn't given her a full Confession.

During the second week, things were going so well that on the Wednesday I suggested that I take them all out for a nice lunch at a nice local restaurant. Lucille thought it was a wonderful idea although she had to persuade Mrs Miller as they weren't used to such events.

When we were all seated I made sure we all had a nice glass of wine and Mrs Miller seemed very happy. Lucille looked radiant and I did notice Brian looking at her in that special way a few times. Lucille was enjoying the attention. I just accepted it that it didn't do any harm.

Then he politely asked where the toilet was and as I needed to go as well I volunteered to go with him.

The toilets were very nice and well equipped and we stood in front of adjacent stalls and undid our trousers. I couldn't help seeing how big he was. It was like a donkey. Over the last week we had spoken a little rudely and I had helped him relax by telling him it was just 'men talk'.

It made me seem infantile but I joked "You were right Brian. You are a big boy. Much bigger than those men in the mags."

He also laughed and then said "I like to shove it up Mrs Ross. I think she would like a big cock up her,as it is twice as big as yours."

I gasped. It was out of the blue. I knew that Brian didn't realise the enormity of what he said and simply murmured "Yes I expect she would Bri."

I didn't intend to get all uppity and make the same mistake as last time. Also I felt strangely pleased that my wife was so desirable to a young man. It also drew attention to my relatively small penis which did embarrass me but also made me feel stiffer. I didn't really understand myself.

We washed our hands and made our way back to the dining room. Lucille and Mrs Miller were deep in conversation but stopped to say "Well here are the men back. I expect they gave been talking boys talk but will have to be more careful now."

I smiled. She didn't realise how near the truth she had been.

We all started to chat again and as we had our meal I said how pleased I was with Brian and how good he was with the circuit boards. Brian was quiet for a moment and then said "I have been thinking about the connections a lot Mr Ross. The hardest job is that small screw on the bottom right, as we can't get a screwdriver in and it takes such a long time to fasten it."

I knew what he meant and agreed with him saying I had been trying to work out other ways to complete it but it seemed impossible.

Brian looked very thoughtful and I encouraged him "What do you think we could do Bri?" Mrs Miller and my wife looked pleased.

There was a Menu Card on the table and Brian pulled out a pencil and said "If we connected it to the screw a bit further down it would be simpler."

I liked the thought of him trying to work out different ways but had to say "But the connection wouldn't be correct then Bri."

He said "I can see that Mr Ross but we could swing that bottom link over very easily and that would make it right again."

It stopped me in my tracks. It was so simple what he was suggesting and all the connections would be quite correct. I smiled and said "That's brilliant Brian. Simply brilliant. It will save me a lot of money. I think I will have to appoint you as an official Apprentice."

We were all so pleased with ourselves. Obviously Brian looked proud but his mother looked wonderfully happy. Lucille leaned over and kissed me on the cheek and whispered "Wonderful."

We went home about mid-afternoon and put in some work for a few hours and then the Millers left at the normal time. I carried on for a while in the shed testing Brian's idea and it worked perfectly. It really would save me a lot of time and money.

When I spoke to Lucille in the evening and told her what Brian had said in the toilet. She was concerned in case I had reacted badly. When I reassured her she just nodded "It really is only men's talk."

She took it very well and explained that Mrs Miller had told her that Brian had a large penis. It all seemed a little strange as it seemed almost common knowledge how big Brian was and how small I was, but I did feel myself getting stiffer.

Lucille also told me that she was still hoping for full Confession but in the meantime she and Mrs Miller had exchanged some very private thoughts and she had been told some exciting things about Father Flynn.

She also asked me to tell her again about what Brian had said about her. I had the feeling she liked hearing it and emphasized how big his penis was. I even mentioned the comparison to a donkey which made her giggle. It made me stiff repeating it.

That night we both felt quite randy and Lucille and I had some exciting role play situations which didn't involve our parents but did have a religious flavour about them involving another older lady and a young man. It was so exciting and we were both left gasping for air. It was like one of our older fantasies brought to life. It was mind blowing.

The next day Brian really set to the task of making the connection boards even easier to assemble and came up with some more ideas.

Then Lucille brought out some tea and biscuits for us and I noticed that she had one of her shortest skirts on.

She did tease Brian a little by saying "Have you impressed Bruce today Bri? He was amazed by your ideas yesterday."

Brian blushed a bit as she moved his papers off the bench and then accidentally dropped them on the floor.

I say accidental as when she squatted down to pick them up she was very careless with the positioning of her knees as for a few seconds her panties were visible. She was squatting directly in front of him with her knees spread.

I could see Brian getting very hot under the collar and a distinct stiffening elsewhere which was obvious to me and my wife. I was fascinated just watching. Lucille knew what she was doing and just stood up and left saying "I had better leave you men to do men things."

Brian hadn't opened his mouth but after the door had closed her squeezed himself and muttered "I could really fuck her."

As soon as he said that he blushed and apologised profusely. It was a tense moment for me. I knew that one wrong word and he would leave. If he left he would be followed by his mother and there would be no coming back. I had to defuse the situation.

I said "Don't worry Bri. We are only men together. We can talk to each other like this without getting offended." 

I could see him start to relax and he nodded. He said "She is gorgeous though Mr Ross. Do you go to bed with her every night?"

I felt relaxed now and quite proud of myself and said "Yes Bri, I go to bed with Lucille every single night."

He was curious and asked "Does she wear pyjamas or a nightgown or anything like that?"

I felt like a fountain of knowledge bestowing information to a less fortunate being as I told him "She never wears anything much Bri. It's usually nothing or she may leave her panties on."

He was lost in admiration as he muttered "Just a pair of knickers."

I enjoyed that I had him panting with a few simple word and enjoyed adding "It's nice when she takes her knickers off Bri."

He was speaking quietly "I would love to see that."

I suddenly thought about the pictures in my wallet. I wanted to show them to him but thought it may be disloyal. Then I remembered that Lucille had shown my Girlie pictures to Mrs Miller. Her words were that it didn't harm anyone.

So to show Brian a few pictures of Lucille wouldn't harm anyone either. I opened my wallet and handed over a picture of Lucille.

She was standing in front of me almost naked apart from her high heels and a pair of panties stretched between her parted knees.

I was rewarded by some gasps from the young man muttering "She is so magnificent."

I laughed and said in a joking manner "She is getting a bit fat now Bri."

He spoke strongly "She isn't fat Mr Ross just look at her big Tits. Do you play with her Tits and her Nipples?"

I knew I had gone a little too far and put the picture back in my wallet. He must have sensed my change and said "I have said the wrong things again Mr Ross. I am sorry."

I could see all the danger signs. I didn't want him to be upset. I had to retrieve the situation somehow and blurted out "Of course not Brian. Its only men talk. We can talk about anything we would like to do. I suppose there are things we both want but are a little self-conscious about."

He nodded and then concentrated on adjusting the circuit board. I went back to some drawings I was altering. Although it seemed very normal I think we were both thinking about the same subject. Suddenly I realised how aroused I was. Although I thought I was leading him on to some extent, it was exciting me as much as the young lad.

We carried on working for a few hours and then Lucille brought us out some sandwiches and cups of tea. She still had the short clothes on although nothing was on show. I could see Brian looking at her in that special way but nothing out of the way was said and she went back into the house.

Brian and I relaxed for a few minutes over our tea. I could see he was thinking something quite deeply. I was quite tense myself wondering what on earth he might say. Suddenly he murmured "Mr Ross?"

I was breathing heavily as I tried to answer normally "Yes Bri?"

"Does she always wear panties?"

It was so obvious who he was talking about but answered a bit stupidly "Who, Bri?"

He answer so simply "Mrs Ross! Does she always wear panties in the day?"

I answered a bit weakly "Yes of course Bri. All women wear panties during the daytime."

"But you said she sometimes wears her knickers in bed as well. Does she keep the same ones on next day?"

I had this strange feeling again. I wanted to tell him and also didn't think I should. I had a raging horn on and I just caved in and said "No Bri she takes them off in the morning to have a shower and puts clean ones on for the day."

I knew he was picturing the scene of Lucille taking her drawers off. I could read his mind. My own excitement and anxiety was increasing as I just waited for the next question. I knew it would be personal. I was pulsating as he muttered "I wish that was my job."

I sensed what he was saying but I wanted him to say it.

I half whispered "What job are you talking about Bri?"

He was in a dream as he said "I wish it was my job to take your wife's knickers off every day."

Again I could see his imagination working overtime and wanted him to tell me, but I was also protective of Lucille. "You wouldn't hurt her would you Bri?"

He seemed shocked at the suggestion and said "Of course not. I would just lie her on the carpet and gently ease her panties down."

I think we were both dwelling on that imagery until he suddenly asked.

"What does she do with the old ones?"

I was almost feeling faint as I muttered "Her old ones Bri. I don't understand what you mean?"




Lucille and Mrs. Miller Pt. 02



He was looking very intense as he said "The panties she took off. Her used knickers?"

I repeated almost robotically "Her used knickers?"

"That's right Mr Ross. What does she do with her dirty knickers?"

I couldn't prevaricate. The question was unmistakeable and very direct. I had to answer or make a fuss.I knew I couldn't make a fuss. I said "She usually puts them in the dirty laundry basket in the bathroom."

It was very quiet now as I pondered over what I had just said and Brian was thinking.

Nothing was said for about 5 minutes and then he said "Mr Ross, I would like to have them?"

I felt afraid but aroused. Quite stiff. My heart was pounding. Trying to sound casual "What would you like to have Bri?"

"I would like to have her panties."

I nodded, not knowing how to respond.

He asked me politely "Could you get me her dirty panties Mr Ross? I will bring them back to you."

I gasped. I didn't pretend to be upset but I was genuinely gobsmacked and tried to control my voice as I put him off "I am not sure Bri. It could be difficult."

He nodded. He also seemed to accept my answer as he turned back to the circuit board and did a few more connections. I turned back to the drawings and tried to concentrate. Not very well but it was almost finishing time.

That evening after tea, Lucille and I were having a quiet glass of wine and chatting. She was quite aware that her squatting in front of Brian would have provoked some sort of reaction, so it wasn't an innocent question when she casually asked how my day with Brian had gone.

Slowly, I explained what had been said. I didn't leave anything out. Although it was serious I could see she enjoyed me telling her and asked me to repeat some of the things. In all fairness I was enjoying telling her. It was like a semi fantasy for both of us.

She did say several times "So it appears he would like to have my used panties?"

I nodded "He would also like to mount you."

She was breathing heavily and murmured "He wants to ravish me."

The thoughts and the words must have affected us both as that night we had one of our most exciting Fantasy Role Plays ever. It was one involving Lucille being forced into submission by a young lad and I was her husband watching helplessly. She climaxed many times and I held on as long as I could, conscious that my little penis was the source of such ecstasy.

When we awoke next morning we were still in that very pleasant state of mind and we chatted about silly little things before getting out of bed.

I was curious and asked her "Would you object if I let Brian have your panties? Would it upset you?"

She didn't answer immediately and then said "Well Bruce, that seems like something you and Brian have to settle between yourselves. It is a man thing and I don't want to be involved."

With that she got out of bed and went into the bathroom. I was left to contemplate what I should do. I had come to the conclusion that Lucille and I should keep our private affairs to ourselves and the question of Lucille's underwear should be restricted to ourselves.

When I got up, I went into the bathroom. The first thing I saw was the laundry basket. We are both extremely neat people and the basket is usually tucked away inconspicuously in the corner. This morning however it had been pulled out to be more noticeable. What was even more obvious was that Lucille's panties were draped openly on the outside of the lid. Normally they were well hidden inside amongst the other clothes.

Even the fact that they were well used was very obvious. It was an open invitation. I took her panties and put them into a small bag and went back into the bedroom and put them in my brief case. I made up my mind I would give them to Brian later in the day.

When Mrs Miller arrived on her own I felt disappointed. She explained to Lucille and myself that the animal sanctuary where he sometimes helped out had an emergency, and had sent for his help.

We both nodded understandingly as Mrs Miller told us "Brian is so kind, so he has gone in for just one day."

Lucille took Mrs Miller into her office to explain some of the things she wanted done and I just drifted back out into my Work Shed. I can't explain it but I felt a little jealous of Lucille being alone with Mrs Miller. I remembered when I had talked to Mrs Miller in her home and she knew I was thinking about her panties and big thighs. I ached for her. She was so ordinary and matronly, I wanted to have her myself.

I imagined nestling between her big thighs and just thinking about her large breasts almost made me cum. I felt lost not having Brian to work with and chat with. I was really looking forward to giving him Lucille's panties. I didn't enjoy being on my own.

That evening as I chatted with my wife she was eager to tell me that Mrs Miller had now received permission from Father Flynn to give her full Confession and it would start the following week. Lucille could hardly contain herself.

She told me that she thought of Mrs Miller in the same way she thought about Mrs Grace.

When she had explained to Mrs Miller her exciting feelings about Mrs Grace, the older woman had smiled and said "It's nice to have different fantasies Mrs Ross. They do no harm."

The conversations we were having about Mrs Miller and her son were very enjoyable to both of us. It was a sign of how much we loved each other that we were so honest and open about things.

She asked me outright "Do you fancy her Bruce?"

I nodded "Very much Lucille. As much as Brian fancies you."

My wife giggled and I felt so happy. That night we had the most wonderful orgasms together. They were even better that the ones we used to have when we were first married. I know my smallness causes me to slip out of her from time to time but we don't let that spoil our enjoyment.

The following day, I was on tenterhooks waiting for Brian to turn up. When he did he was very apologetic and so polite. I told him not to worry and relax. We settled down to work. I was hoping he would ask me about Lucille and things. He didn't though, as he seem so engrossed in some connections he was making.

After a while I could wait no longer. I tried to sound casual as I told him "I have a little present for you Bri." And handed over the small bag containing my wife's panties.

He looked puzzled but as he opened the bag and drew out Lucille's knickers he gasped and murmured "They are so lovely."

I was pleased with his reaction but just watched as he opened them out and turned them inside out which showed up the marks. He breathed heavily and murmured "I can see she has worn them Mr Ross."

I smiled. His reaction made me feel good. I said "She had them on all day Bri and most of the night."

He nodded and pondered "Did you take her knickers off Mr Ross?"

I really enjoyed his questions now. They didn't shock me so much but they surprised me. I told him "No Bri, she took them off herself."

"Did you fuck her last night?"

"Yes Bri, I fucked her."

"Did you spunk up her a lot?"

His questions were always so genuine, they made me want to be truthful with my answered "Yes Bri, I did spunk up her but not a lot."

He was a nice lad and he nodded understandingly "I expect it's because you have a small Dickie?"

I felt a bit embarrassed but just agreed "Yes Bri, you are probably right."

He nodded and then slipped Lucille's panties back into the bag saying "I will have some wanks with these over the weekend." 

I was surprised how honest he was and didn't say anything.

We both settled down to work. Later on Lucille came out with some cups of tea for us and some nice toast. She had her short tight dress on but didn't do any squatting. She did squeeze past him to set the tea down on his bench and even I could see his huge donkey cock tenting in his trousers. She must have felt it as she squeezed by him.

She sat down for a few minutes looking so innocent but with her short dress, it did reveal her stocking tops. She knew what she was doing.

Nothing out of the way was said or done but her actions excited me as much as Brian.

After she left neither of us commented and we really settled down to do some work. I had some contracts to fulfil and found Brian's help invaluable.

He left for home at about 4 o'clock with his mother with the words "See you on Monday, Mr Ross." Mrs Miller smiled at me. She had a lovely knowing smile.

Lucille and I were very busy over the weekend. On the Saturday we both had to deliver some completed work to our sponsors. They were well pleased and paid us handsomely.

On the Sunday we both attended a service in our Baptist Chapel. I enjoyed going there and Lucille sang in the choir. After chapel we met some friends and went down to the coast for a few hours.

It was really enjoyable although I must admit my thoughts frequently strayed to Brian and his mother.

On Monday, Mrs Miller turned up alone and my heart sank. Where was Brian? She explained that he wouldn't be long as he had just called into the Animal Sanctuary to do something for them.

At about 11.o'clock he turned up. So polite and apologetic. Obviously I didn't mind him being late. I was just anxious to know how he had managed with Lucille's underwear.

Nothing was said for about an hour but eventually I couldn't stop myself asking if he had enjoyed my wife's panties.

He breathed so heavily it was almost a gasp as he explained "They were gorgeous Mr Ross. I had 5 wanks over them. By Sunday they were stiff with my spunk, but I have brought them back for you."

I panted to think of him being so aroused over my wife's dirty knickers, but really didn't know what to expect as he brought out a nice pretty bag which presumably contained her underwear. The bag wasn't the same one that I had given him.

He opened the bag and handed me the delicate item. They were spotless and smelling of delicate perfume. I was astounded and murmured "They have been washed and ironed Brian. You have done very well."

He smiled "I didn't wash them Mr Ross. My mother told me that I couldn't return Mrs Ross's panties in that state and she washed and pressed them and put special scent in the water."

I was gob smacked. Brian and his mother seemed to come up with surprise after surprise. I murmured "Your mother washed them Bri?"

"Yes Mr Ross. She said that I couldn't give them back full of spunk." I nodded weakly. Even the thought of it all made me aroused.

He seemed to think it was the most normal thing in the world. I just wanted to keep him talking about it but knew I had to be cautious and just remarked "She doesn't mind you wanking then Bri?"

He hardly raised his head as he said "No, Mr Ross, she doesn't mind at all. She taught me how to do it best."

I breathed again and asked "She taught you how to wank?"

"Yes, she sort of showed me how to hold on a long time. I like her wanking me." 

"She actually wanks you. She doesn't mind?"

"No she likes doing it for me. She makes my prick really big and loves making me shoot my spunk in the air and sometimes over her face. She told me she likes the taste of my spunk."

God, it was wonderful. As he was telling me this so nonchalantly I had to cross my legs to stop myself cumming.

I spoke normally "Your mother is a fine woman, Bri. Nice and plump."

He again accepted the statement literally. Yes she is Mr Ross. She has nice big Tits."

I spoke softly "Have you seen her Tits Bri?"

He chuckled "Of course I have Mr Ross. She likes me to play with her Tits and make her Nipples big. Her Nipples taste lovely and milky". I wanted to cum again as I thought of him sucking his mother's breasts. 

Suddenly he stopped his work on the connection Board and asked me directly "Would you like to feel her Tits, Mr Ross?" 

I had to be careful now. We were talking about his mother. I didn't want to offend him and said so.

He smiled "Don't worry about that Mr Ross. As you said when I say things about Mrs Ross. It is only men to men talk."

I felt relieved so I simply said "Yes Bri."

He again asked "So would you Mr Ross. Would you like to play with my mother's Tits?"

I nodded. "Most men would Bri. She is a nice big woman."

He made a few adjustments with his screwdriver on the board and then continued "What about the rest of her Mr Ross. Would you like to feel there?"

Carefully I replied "Feel where Bri?"

"You know. Up her dress. She doesn't usually wear tights. Would you like to feel her knickers?"

I decided to play it straight and said "Yes I would Bri."

He hesitated "She is older than your wife Mr Ross and a lot bigger."

"I like that Bri."

He was trying to warn me not to be disappointed "She wears quite big panties as well."

"I like that Bri."

He went into his bag and showed me a picture. It was of Mrs Miller standing above him with her dress unbuttoned and pulled up showing her white panties.

I said "She looks nice, Bri."

He nodded but then added "No one else has seen those pictures Mr Ross apart from us and Father Flynn."

I gasped. It was another shock for me to absorb. I had to look natural and said "I understand Bri. I won't tell anyone and I really did like that picture."

He seemed to be satisfied and asked "Do you want to see some more that I took of my mother, Mr Ross?"

I nodded. I felt they may shock me but I had such a horn on now I wanted to see anything he would show me.

He rummaged around in his bag but seemed to be having difficulties in locating them.

He did said "I took some pictures of her with her knickers down."

I gasped "I would like to see those Bri."

He finally found one. It was mind blowing. It was a picture of Mrs Miller just standing there with her dress pulled up to her waist and her panties pulled down to her knees. 

There was a mass of hair between her legs.

He saw me looking there and half apologised "It's hard to see her cunt Mr Ross as she is so hairy there."

I wanted to show my appreciation and said "Thanks for being so nice to me Bri. If I can do anything for you I will."

He shook his head. You have already been very kind to me and my mother Mr Ross. You have given us a job and Mrs Ross is so wonderful. And you even got me a pair of her knickers to play with,"

I breathed heavily. This was so exciting and I knew Lucille found it exciting as well. Our fantasy nights had reached a new peak. I knew I could help Brian more.

I said "If you like Bri, I can probably get another pair of Lucille's panties for you to use this weekend." I could see the gratitude written on his face as he excitedly thanked me. We had had enough excitement for a while and we both quietly returned to our tasks.

In the afternoon we were doing some easy work which didn't require much concentration. We started to chat bout different things and suddenly he said "Do you really fancy my mother Mr Ross?"

I gulped some air in. Then deciding honesty was the best policy told him "Yes I do, Bri. I have always liked older women but your mother is exquisite." He smiled. I had clearly given him the answer he liked.

He asked "Would you like to fuck her." This was going again. I nodded.

He persisted "So you really would like to fuck her. Fuck my mother?"

I answered plainly "Yes Bri. I really would like to fuck your mother."

He hesitated for a moment as he tightened up one of the screws and said innocently "Father Flynn, fucks her." I tried not to sound surprised but didn't know how to react.

We went quiet for a few minutes and then he came out with it "I would really like to fuck your wife, Mr Ross. What's it like to fuck her?"

I knew I was more aroused than he was and simply said "It is exciting to have it up her Bri?"

He queried "Your cock up her?"

"Yes Bri. My cock."

He nodded and then said "You're little cock?" I felt devastated but knew he was not being derogatory, just factual. I felt embarrassed but just nodded.

He must have thought about it beforehand as he said "Does it ever come out when you are fucking her?"

I blushed "Sometimes, it slips out."

He just commented "If I had my prick up her, it wouldn't slip out. My knob would be jammed right up her. Once I stick it up her, it will only come out when I pull it out." I nodded. It wasn't difficult to imagine.

Just then the internal phone rang. It was Lucille saying that Mrs Miller was ready to leave and could Brian get his things together.

I passed the message on and Brian sorted himself out and met his mother in the garden. As Mrs Miller left she gave me a wave and a sort of secret smile. I had the feeling we were all in a sort of intertwined private conspiracy. It was exciting.

That evening after tea, I could hardly wait to tell Lucille about all the things that Brian had said. She was even more eager than me to listen. The events and the conversations were exciting us both so much. We didn't actually do anything then but both knew we would be into a magical fantasy land at bedtime.

Although she liked me repeating all the things he said, she also liked me asking her about the things Mrs Miller told her and her thoughts about Brian.

She told me that she had had some conversations with Mrs Miller which involved Brian and herself. It wasn't as blatant as my conversations but there was clearly a suggestion of Brian mounting Lucille.

"Did she think it was wrong and a bad idea Lucille?"

My wife shook her head "No, Bruce. She just talked so sensibly about who could get hurt."

I could see the logic in it all "What did you say Love?"

She looked at me seriously and said "I told her that as long as it was not against my will and you would be agreeable and want it to happen then we wouldn't be hurt."

I simply said "I agree with that Lucille. What did she say?"

Mrs Miller said that "She would be pleased for Brian as she knew he wanted to do it to me."

The conversation was getting complicated so we just stopped there. She just asked "What did you think about me coming down your shed this morning with the tea and toast?"

Knowing what she was talking about I asked her "When you squeezed past Brian in the shed, I wondered if you could feel his cock pressing into you?"

She giggled "Gosh Bruce, I couldn't fail to feel it. It was immense and I could feel the heat of it on my tummy through my clothes and the shape of it."

God, this was incredible but I said "What do you mean about 'the shape' Lucille?"

She looked puzzled "I don't really know Bruce. It was obviously long and thick but the top of it seemed to have a huge lump in it."

I gasped "That was his knob, Lucille. At the top of his cock. He said that when he thinks of you, his prick gets huge and the knob at the top of his cock grows into a sort of golf ball."

She panted "When he thinks of me?"

"Yes, he said he still wants to stick his knob up you and fuck you."

I had problem not ejaculating in my trousers but I wanted to wait. I was pretty sure that the talk was causing Lucille to cum, but she was better at controlling it. She was able to do it quite a number of times.

That night it was ridiculously exciting. At the end I was exhausted but so happy. I had the feeling that Lucille could do it many more times but had stopped to suit me. I felt I was letting her down but she simply said "I love you so much Bruce."

I knew that once I started my little dribble, my penis would go soft and that would be the end of Lucille's enjoyment. A few times she had started to carry on her own. She called it her 'after dinner, dessert'.

Strangely this excited me and I asked if I could watch her having her dessert. This little twist seemed to please her and I would stand at the bottom of the bed as she would lie naked on the bed with her legs wide open doing it to herself.

I could get myself stiff again but I couldn't get any more dribbles. Over the weeks we used to have our ecstasy sessions and then I would watch her having her dessert. She would ask me questions like "Do you like my cunt, Little Brucie?"




Lucille and Mrs. Miller Pt. 02



At the end of our games I had now regularly become Little Brucie and to be honest I loved it and wanted to be obedient and say things that she wanted. It was like a double ecstasy. 

Even after our dessert ecstasies I still felt I was letting her down but she simply said "I love you so much Bruce."

We just lay there for several minutes and then I asked "Would you like Brian to have you, Lucille?"

She didn't answer for a minute and then said "But I am married to you, Bruce and I love you. I wouldn't do anything to hurt you."

She was such a good wife, but I wanted to increase her happiness if possible. I said "Well you know in our fantasies I am your cuckold and you enjoy those very much."

She started to say something but I just carried on "And I enjoy those fantasies as well Lucille. With your father or Uncle or whoever we choose and although it is only fantasy I like watching."

She went quiet before saying "Would you like to be my cuckold and watch Brian have me in fantasy?"

I breathed heavily. It was a moment of truth. I just said "I would like to watch." I didn't say anything about fantasy.

We both went silent. It almost seemed as if we were both being transported by a gentle breeze into a very pleasant land. I felt wonderful. Lucille must have been feeling in exactly the same way as she kissed me gently on the forehead and whispered "I love you so much Bruce. You are the ideal husband.

With that she cuddled up to me and we both fell into our usual deep sleep. Tomorrow would be another day.



Lucille and Mrs. Miller Pt. 03



This story is total fantasy and has no relationship to real life or experience. There is no under-age sex or cruelty.

*****

You have probably read my husband's account of his conversation with young Brian and our later discussions concerning the situation. Everything he related is absolutely true but inevitably we both had slightly different versions of events.

I suppose my own feelings were affected by my previous thoughts about my tutor Mrs Grace and I was becoming infatuated by our Cleaning Lady, Mrs Miller whom I tended to see in the same light as Mrs Grace.

Also I hadn't fully shown my feelings to my husband when he talked about how well-endowed young Brian was. To be honest I had thought a lot about Brian and it tended to really come to fruition when I had squeezed past him in the shed. 

To feel his penis pressing into my tummy with its special shape at the top did in fact give me an orgasm which I had to disguise. Having said that I couldn't help pressing myself into him as I slid past. I know I had to watch how carefully I spoke. I was afraid I may even squeak.

Actually when my husband had explained to me later, that the special shape I had felt was young Brian's knob at the end of his penis I did pant and when I questioned Bruce about it, my voice did squeak a bit. 

When I had got back to the house I deliberately avoided seeing Mrs Miller and had immediately gone to the bathroom. Ostensibly I was just going to have a pee.

In reality as I sat there with my panties around my ankles as I imagined that I had Brian's penis out and was easing the foreskin up and down his massive rod. I could almost see the the top with the wide open slitty eye where his sperm would soon erupt.  

In my fantasy I was unsure who came first. I could hear his mother hoovering in the hall outside the bathroom and knew I had to stop and get on with my work.

I swiftly pulled my panties up and adjusted my skirt. Had a quick wash and went through the toilet door. 

Mrs Miller was so calm and serene and smiled without speaking. I made some comment about having just taking Bruce and Brian a cup of tea and toast out to the shed. 

She smiled at me but I could help thinking she must have noticed how short my skirt was. I just escaped into my office.

The rest of the day had followed uneventfully until Mrs Miller had knocked politely at my office door and asked me if I could ring my husband to tell Brian she was ready to leave. I did as she asked and they both left. As they left Mrs Miller gave us a little wave. I think Bruce mentioned later that we were all part of a complex series of events which were a little taboo but very exciting. I thought that as well. 

That evening Bruce told me everything that had transpired during the day. I could see the subjects he and Brian had talked about excited Bruce, and his excitement was very obvious as he retold the story to me. I also enjoyed listening to my husband and didn't hide my own excitement.

That night we had some glorious squishies partly due to our fantasies and partly due to the events of the day. Bruce was embarrassed about his own shortcomings but the excitement was exaggerated due to Brian's obvious large attributes. I could see that Bruce was excited by his own embarrassment and possibly his humiliation. In the morning I told him how much I loved him. My love was real. I really loved my Bruce.

The next morning, the Millers arrived on time as usual. Brian went straight to the shed as I knew Bruce had some work lined up. Mrs Miller just started her tasks with her usual efficiency. I smiled at her and went to my office. It wasn't so much to start work as to reflect on what Bruce and I had said to each other the previous night.

He had told me with all sincerity how much he enjoyed the excitement of the fantasies and he liked to think of me with Daddy as he watched what was being done to me. 

His words excited me. He was telling me he wanted to be my fantasy cuckold and watch me being mounted. 

I could see there was much reality in what he was saying. I don't think it was entirely fantasy. 

His last words didn't even refer to fantasy. He wanted to be my cuckold. He wanted to watch me being fucked. I realised that I also wanted him to watch me being mounted. 

I had imagined lying on the bed without any clothes on sucking Brian's mighty cock as Bruce stood at the side watching me. 

I knew my feelings were reaching a crescendo. I wanted Brian to have me. I knew I had to talk to his mother. But how?

I took a deep breath and walked to the door of my office. I knew that Mrs Miller was in the hallway working. I poked my head out and said "Mrs Miller, I wonder if you could spare me a few minutes to have a word."

She smiled "Certainly Maam. I have just finished the hallway." She was always so respectful.

She came in and sat on the comfortable settee and waited for me to talk. I was a bit jumbly but started by asking her if she had cleared it with Father Flynn to give me confession. She realised how I was feeling and told me that there was no problem and she could start that in a few days.

We had already started to have some very frank discussions about my fantasies already and I was really clumsy as I started to tell her about some of my thoughts. 

She smiled encouragingly "We can't really start the full Confession until Monday but if you want to tell me things in advance, Father Flynn has said it is quite acceptable."

I gulped in some more air and started to tell her about Bruce's conversations with Brian and then more about my chats with Bruce the previous night culminating in us making love and fantasizing and talking about her son. 

I said I felt guilty and needed some sort of absolution. 

She was very calm as she told me "You are making a mountain out of a molehill, Mrs Ross. There is not much wrong with what you said or what you or your husband were doing. When you boil it down, the main thing you did last night was to be mounted by your husband. That is something God wants you to do."

Thinking about it that way, she was right. Actually I was starting to think that everything that Mrs Miller said or did was right. She was so wonderfully sensible. It was almost like talking to Mrs Grace or my mother.

I did say quietly "But we were talking about your son, Mrs Miller and about how big his penis is and it excited us both."

She chuckled "Of course Brian's penis would excite you both Mrs Ross. You have to remember how tiny Brucie is. It is bound to make you think about it and as you know Little Brucie likes to be embarrassed so the comparison is bound to excite him."

It was noticeable how she used the term 'Little Brucie'. I had started to think of him like that myself.

I nodded. I did explain about how I went out the shed and squeezed past her son and how nice it was for me. Again she smiled "Brian told me. It excited him as well. I think he would like you to do that more often."

She seemed to have an answer for everything. I moved on to the thought I had had about Brian ravishing and raping me. 

She went more serious and pulled a face. "He would not want to rape you Mrs Ross. You would have to be willing before my Brian would mount you and it would have to be with Mr Ross's permission.

I knew I shouldn't have used the rape word and apologised. I explained "It is just that Little Brucie and I are confused where the fantasies end and reality begins. She smiled and I realized how I had referred to my husband.

She smiled. "Let's begin at the beginning, Mrs Ross and see whether or not you are committing any sins. Let's assume for a moment that you let Brian ravish you. You can pretend it's without your permission but we know it is really. You want it to happen." 

I nodded. "Yes Mrs Miller."

She continued "And then consider your husband. He is conscious of his little Winkle and knows how big Brian's huge penis is. We also know he likes being humiliated so if it happened he would enjoy it."

I nodded again "Yes Mrs Miller but he did talk about watching me being had."

She smiled again "So let him watch. I know Brian wouldn't mind him watching. Do you mind him watching?"

All the answers were there and I said "No, Mrs Miller. It is quite exciting to think of my husband watching."

She was so nice and had so much common sense. "So we have established that you nor Bruce are hurt or upset and in fact you both would probably like it to happen." 

I nodded and asked. "But what about you and Brian?"

She chuckled and spoke in a motherly fashion "Come, come Lucille. Brian is 23 years of age, he already fantasizes over you. He would just love to have you. You must already know that." I nodded.

She continued "As far as myself is concerned, I love my Brian very much. He is afraid of girls his own age and I know how much he wants to mount you. I would like you to help him but only if you are willing."

I started to relax now. I was more than willing and said so and then added "So I wouldn't really be committing any sins."

She screwed her face up into a little smile "Well not serious ones. If you really analyse it, only 4 people know it's happening and none of us are being hurt and in fact there is a lot of pleasure for everyone."

It was all out in the open now and we started to work out the best way for it to happen. She did lay down one condition that it was best if she was out of the way so that no one got too embarrassed. I agreed. 

She went back to cleaning the stair carpet and I went back to my office. 

About half an hour later, she gently tapped on my office door and poked her head in saying "Excuse me Mrs Ross, but I have to go down the village to collect some things and do some business."

I was surprised as she had never left work like this before.

Then the penny dropped as she added "I will be gone for several hours, but I will telephone you before I come back to the house to check if everything is alright."

She was really telling me that now was the time. I just nodded and said "Very well Mrs Miller. I think it would be a good idea of you ring before you get back."

She smiled "Yes Maam." And left. I went into the kitchen to put the kettle on. It was time to take the men some tea and toast. I already had my shortest skirt on.

In a couple of minutes Bruce came into the kitchen looking a little puzzled saying "Mrs Miller told me she was going down to the village for most of the day and said you would probably want Brian to come into the house this morning to collect it?" I could see he was looking at my short skirt.

I nodded. I hadn't expected her to start it off for me. I smiled and told him "Yes I think it would be a good idea Bruce. It gives him a bit more responsibility and his mother won't be here."

Bruce pondered for a minute and then said quietly "So you will be alone in the house with Brian."

I knew what he was thinking. This was the second part of Mrs Miller's thoughts and I said to him "Yes I will be on my own with young Brian." As I spoke I bent over a little to smooth out a chair cushion. It was an innocent movement and emphasized how short my skirt was. My underwear was showing. 

I then added "I think it will be a good idea if you left the CCTV monitor on in the shed so that you can check if everything is OK."

He panted a little. I knew he was thinking about his 'watching' fantasy'. He murmured "Will you leave the switch open in the kitchen, Lucille?"

This was the final part of the jigsaw "Of course, Bruce. I will leave the switch open in all the rooms. I always feel safer when I know you are watching."

I deliberately used the word 'watching' as I knew it affected him.

Bruce kissed me on the forehead and said "You are a wonderful wife Lucille. I will send him up to you."

As he left I smiled "And you are a wonderful husband Bruce. I love you very much."

In a few minutes I heard a gentle tap on the door and I shouted "Come in." At the same time I bent over the kitchen top to plug the kettle in. 

I knew that Brian's first view of me would be my short skirt and white knickers. I heard him gasp. I panted but kept control. 

I turned and smiled "Hello Brian, have you come up for your morning tea and crumpet?"

I deliberately used the word crumpet instead of cakes and saw it had a reaction. He did surprise me though when he smiled and said directly "I like crumpet in the morning Mrs Ross. You give me the horn."

He wasn't aggressive but surprisingly sure of himself. The CCTV button was nearby so I knew that Bruce was watching and listening. I felt a tingle in my tummy as on a small monitor I could see that Bruce was watching closely. It was comforting and I felt brave enough to say "You shouldn't say that Bri, I am older than you are."

I was sitting on a chair with my cup of tea as he said in a low voice "I saw your knickers when I came in Mrs Ross, I wish I could fuck you."

I breathed heavily. I knew that Bruce could hear every word as I tried to sound sensible "But they are only my underclothes Bri. You wear underpants and women wear panties."

As I spoke he dropped to his knees in front of my chair. With my short skirt he was looking up and could see me as he muttered "But your panties are special, Mrs Ross."

I could see in the tiny monitor that Bruce had undone the front of his trousers.

Brian was panting and so was I although nothing had been done. We were only talking. Suddenly he said "Mr Ross has a small cock, Mrs Ross."

I was surprised how direct the statement was.

I knew that Brian knew about Bruce as my husband had told me that they had discussed various attributes in the shed. 

I weakly asked "How do you know that Brian?"

He told me so innocently "My mother told me." I panted. This was a new twist. I could see Bruce looking embarrassed in the monitor but he was still masturbating.

Brian went on "I've got a big cock, Mrs Ross. If you let me shove it up you, it won't come out as I have a big knob on the end and it will make you feel lovely."

He was now holding his penis through his trousers and I could see from the outline it was truly massive. 

I was already feeling lovely but tried to control myself. "But Bri, I am a lot older than you are and I am already married to Bruce."

He had dropped his trousers now as he nodded "I know Mrs Ross, but I have always wanted to fuck a married woman and you are so lovely. I know you will enjoy it."

I didn't answer but knew I would enjoy it as well.

I was in a daze. I am not sure how it happened but my blouse slipped off and suddenly his hands were gently squeezing my breasts and whispering "I like your Tits." 

I had a giggly moment and almost asked him if they were as nice as his mothers, but I controlled myself.

He had now slipped his underpants off and stood in front of me with his hands on his hips. His penis was magnificent. 

It stood up so proud and rigid, almost like a soldier on parade and then the knob on the top was simply out of this world like a soldier's helmet.

He said "Do you remember squeezing past me in the shed, Mrs Ross?"

I didn't try to deny it. I just nodded.

He asked "Could you feel my knob pressing into your belly?"

Again I nodded.

As we were talking I deliberately let my brassiere fall to the floor and without being asked also dropped my skirt.

I glanced at the monitor on the table and saw Bruce looking more agitated and masturbating madly.

Both Brian and I were almost undressed. In fact the only item of clothing between us were my panties.

He must have thought about this moment many times as he was very controlled.

As I was lowering my skirt he had moved behind me and I felt his hand squeezing my bottom. He was breathing heavily. So was I.

Then his hand moved between my legs. It wasn't really necessary but I bent even more forward and parted my legs to make it easier for him to fondle me.

It was wonderful as I felt his hand or about 3 fingers anyway cupping my crotch and move back and fore. 

I had 'happened' a few times by now but knew it would get even better.

As he played behind my back, I thought that time in the shed with his wonderfully big cock with that glorious ball of excitement at the top pressing into my belly. 

I did enjoy playing with my husband like this, but it was always spoiled to some extent when is small penis popped out.

There was no danger of that with Brian and his big knob.

I moved away and gripped my elastic waistband to pull my panties down. Brian stopped me and said "Mr Ross said he liked watching you take your panties off."

I nodded. Bruce had told me the full conversation and knew what he was thinking. Brian murmured "I would like that job, Mrs Ross."

I knew what he was referring to but played along for the excitement "What job do you want Bri?"

"I would like to pull your knickers down myself."

He was sitting on a soft chair and I rested my hands on his shoulders and asked him "Will you take my panties off please, Bri?"

He looked up at me and with my breasts swinging in front of his eyes he gripped my panties and pulled them down so that I could step out of them. 

We were both completely undressed now as he gazed between my legs and said "I really like your cunt, Mrs Ross."

We were past any pretence now. I didn't even look at the monitor as I said "I like your cock, Bri."

I knew that Mrs Miller hadn't liked the word 'rape' so I deliberately instigated the next move and asked him "Please will you fuck me now Bri?"

He murmured "Yes, Mrs Ross, I will fuck you."

With that he eased me back and lifted me up so that I was sitting on the washing machine.

I simply opened my knees and he stood between my thighs and eased his big knob up me.

He was so gentle that I was surprised there was no difficulty. 

I could feel the knob part slide up and when he was right up he whispered "Mrs Ross, it won't come out."

I giggled. It had slid up so easily but it was entirely due to Brian gently pushing. It clearly would come back out unless he pulled it back out. I simply said "It's nice and tight Bri."

The main difference was that unlike Brucie, I knew that Brian was in charge.

We had a glorious minute of him thrusting up and me thrusting back and then with his penis still right up me he lifted me up and carried me to the big settee whispering "It will be more comfortable for you Mrs Ross."

As we began thrusting again, it was more comfortable and I whispered "Thank you Bri." 

I had now cum several times and each one was better than the last. I felt another one coming and held my breath then I sensed Brian was ready to surge and my god it really was a surge.

With Brucie it was mostly a dribble and sometimes not even that. With Brian I felt his stuff shooting into me with some force. There were 4 mighty surges and then some smaller but still squelchy spurts. 

Although I am not small down there I knew I was overfull. It was lovely to feel his sperm spill out and down the inside of my thighs. To be honest I felt that between my legs I had a bucket of sperm.

As he slowed down we both entered a sort of limbo. Just very gently movements without speaking for about 2 or 3 minutes. I felt I could have stayed there for hours but Brian withdrew and spoke softly "Perhaps you should go to the bathroom now Mrs Ross." 

I nodded and as I moved away I could see Brian gather his clothes and move to the other bathroom.

I took my time having a nice wash and changed my clothes and put some nice perfume on. It was almost as if I was going out on my first date. Although I had just been mounted by Brian I still felt very high, and put a nice short skirt on before I returned to the lounge. I still wanted to impress him.

As I entered I noticed that Brian had also refreshed himself and looked quite a different person. He seemed so confident. I sat down opposite him and he politely asked "Are you alright Mrs Ross? I hope I haven't upset you?"




Lucille and Mrs. Miller Pt. 03



He certainly hadn't upset me as I felt on top of the world and told him so. He looked pleased but I felt I had to say "I did really enjoy things Bri but you realise that we can't do that again as I am a married woman and I love my husband very much."

He nodded "Yes I understand that Mrs Ross and I want you to understand that I respect Mr Ross so much. He has taught me so much and he is such a nice man. I really don't want to upset him in any way."

I could see in the small monitor that Brian was listening and watching very intently. As Brian said all these complimentary words Bruce looked very pleased with himself and seemed to be nodding approvingly.

I had had those ecstatic times with Bruce although they didn't reach the heights that Brian had taken me to. With Bruce at this stage we would have gone onto the dessert stage where I would let him watch me doing naught things to myself. It excited him but he couldn't actually perform.

With Brian I felt I had just been through the full meal including dessert. The main problem I had was that he still looked delicious. I wanted another dessert.

I could see him looking at me a little intently and my tummy did a little whoopsie wondering what he was thinking. I had though, already stated that it couldn't happen again and he had agreed with me. We couldn't go back on that.

He looked at me seriously and said "I know we can't do that anymore Mrs Ross but I admire you very much and that short skirt suits you so much."

I laughed "It's only an old skirt Bri. Actually it is one I used to wear in school. It hardly fits me now and it is too short." 

He panted "So it is like a school skirt Mrs Ross. I used to like seeing the girls in short school skirts when they went up the stairs in front of me."

I laughed "What you are saying Bri is that you liked seeing their knickers up their skirts."

He was really looking at me now as he growled "Yes, I liked their school panties."

I was feeling quite warm now. I still had these special feelings in my tummy and my breasts. This wasn't quite like the dessert sessions I had with Bruce, it was more intense.

He asked "Do you ever wear school knickers under that skirt Mrs Ross?"

I half laughed but it was more of a croak really "They are not really school knickers Bri but they are simply white cotton panties."

I could see the stiffness growing in his trousers. It was amazing. I knew the amount of sperm he filled me up the first time. Surely there couldn't be any more left. As I had these thoughts I could see him unbuttoning his trousers.

We both knew he wasn't going to do me again but I didn't stop his actions as I was really fascinated if it was still big.

It was. It was massive and throbbing in front of me. I murmured "You filled me up when you did me a few minutes ago, Bri?"

He nodded. "I know I mustn't do it again but you are so lovely, I could fill you up again, Mrs Ross." I was amazed. He wasn't just bigger than Brucie. He was majestic.

I let my skirt rise up a bit more and crossed over my leg, just to see how much bigger it got." I wasn't sure how much he could see but I knew it was a lot. 

He panted a bit but kept control and stroked his penis up and down and whispered "You like my big prick, don't you Mrs Ross." I couldn't deny anything and just nodded.

He explained "I wank a lot thinking about you Mrs Ross."

I was curious and asked "When you do it, Bri, do you have a lot of stuff out of it?"

He looked at me quizzically "Do you mean spunk, Mrs Ross?"

I suppose I was silly not saying the word so I just confirmed "Yes, Bri. When you do it to yourself, do you have a lot of spunk?"

He smiled as he knew I was curious "Yes Mrs Ross, there is a lot of spunk. Do you want to see some? I can make it spunk for you if you would like it. Especially if you will help me."

He knew I would and reached out and held my hand and brought it to his penis and wrapped it around. He let go and I was left with his very warm penis in my fist. 

He sighed "All you have to do Mrs Ross is move it up and down and you will see plenty of spunk."

I was like a dream. I pulled it gently up and down and saw his knob part pulsate and get a darker red and the slitty eye at the top opening wider.

This was so much better than my dessert with my husband. I could see Bruce watching intently in the monitor. He didn't intend to interfere. It was absolutely silent for a few minutes as I did my work on Brian. Then he said quietly "I like your Tits, Mrs Ross."

I knew he was being nice to me and bent over further so that he could see down my blouse.

He sighed "I like looking up your skirt and seeing your panties." I nodded but it was really impossible for me to do anything in the present position.

He made it plain what he wanted when he eased my fist of his penis and pushed me back onto the settee. At the same time he put his own hand around his penis and took over my actions. I knew what he wanted.

I leaned back on the settee and pulled my skirt right up and then opened my legs wide." 

I knew his thoughts as he stared in wonder at my cotton panty gusset. I knew what he was thinking and teased "Do you like my school knickers Bri."

He sighed loudly and I could see some small signs of excitement dribble out of the eye. I knew it was pre cum. I was eager to do my part now and whispered "I like wanking as well Bri."

He muttered "Oh God, you are wonderful Mrs Ross."

I actually felt wonderful as I carried on exciting him "I usually do it in the toilet with my knickers down Bri."

He gasped. I could see he was imagining it and muttered "Do you ever pull you panty gusset aside Mrs Ross?"

"Do you mean like this Bri?" as I pulled my panties to the side knowing he was looking straight at my pussy. 

It had always seemed to widen and get pinkier when I got excited. I knew I was incredibly excited so it would be very pink and gaping a bit.

He gasped "It's nice and red, Mrs Ross. It's the same colour as the top of my knob.

I looked at his knob and it was bright red with a huge eye. He seemed to stop using his fist for a moment and I murmured "Don't forget what you promised Bri?"

He was lost for a moment and I whispered "You said you would spunk for me."

He gasped with pleasure and continued his up and downers. He also asked me "Do you just rub it or do you put your finger in, Mrs Ross?"

It was getting explicit. I loved it and looked at the monitor and could see that Little Brucie was in a trance as he masturbated. I explained "I do both Bri. Do you want to see me use my magic finger?"

I knew he did and simply slipped my middle finger in up to the middle joint. He gasped "Does it go up further Mrs Ross?"

I smiled "It goes all the way up, Bri." And eased my finger right up to the knuckle. It was so easy that I realised how excited I was and how big my vagina had become.

He gasped and asked me "Can you pull it mostly out Mrs Ross and then push it back up."

He was still fisting his penis up and down for me so it followed I should do the same for him. Actually I wanted to do it.

I eased my finger out and then thrust it back in and then did it rhythmically again and again. We were doing it together. Brian put my thoughts into words as he muttered "It's nice to wank together like this, just the two of us."

I felt the same but a little guilty as I could see my husband doing exactly the same as we were. There weren't just two of us wanking. There were three of us doing it.

It had been lovely having my dessert with Little Brucie but this was a million times better. I actually came about 4 times as I watched Brian come to his crescendo.

He could see me staring intently at the eye and at the perfect moment he edged his cock up to my face and let it explode over my glasses and run down my nose.

I was drenched. Soaked. Saturated. But I was also very satisfied. This was so different from the desserts I had with Little Brucie. It made me realise how little my husband really was. I was in effect a sort of mother figure to Brucie. I did things so that he could watch me. 

With Brian, I liked watching him as well.

He chuckled and repeated some of his earlier words "Perhaps you should go to the bathroom now Mrs Ross."

I saw the funny side of it as well and giggled as I again made my way to the bathroom. He did the same.

When I emerged I could see Brian was ready to go back down the shed to work with my husband. I reminded him "Take some tea and biscuits down for Bruce."

He nodded and collected the tray. I opened the back door to leave him out into the garden.

I went over to the side table to watch in the monitor how the two men would greet each other. I saw Brian struggle with the door to let himself in and my husband reach over to take the tray with a smile.

Brian had left Bruce about 2 hours earlier to get the tea. Obviously Bruce had seen everything on the big screen, so I was intrigued how he would react

Bruce looked and sounded quite happy saying "Oh that's lovely Bri. I feel like a cup of tea."

They just talked very normally. I was impressed.

Just then the phone rang and Mrs Miller spoke to me saying she had completed her business and would be back in 15 minutes. I knew she was giving me the opportunity to delay things. I simply told her "That will be fine Mrs Miller. I wanted to discuss a few things with you anyway."

She responded with a pleasant "I won't be long."

TO BE CONTINUED



Lucille and Mrs. Miller Pt. 04



The Next Day (Part 04)

This story is a total fantasy and there is no underage sex or cruelty involved.

*****

When I woke up the next day I felt very apprehensive. When Mrs Miller had returned to the house the previous evening she was in a great rush. She had explained "I have had a phone call from Father Flynn and there are some surprise visitors there and he needs me urgently."

Although I had really wanted to talk to her about what I had happened with Brian, I had no alternative but to agree. She called into the shed on her way out and picked up Brian and left immediately.

When Bruce came in for his tea, he was full of the joys of spring. I made tea and later on in the evening we settled down with a glass of wine. We both wanted to talk but didn't know how to start.

I knew Bruce would always wait for me to lead and I simply said "Bruce, you know he fucked me?"

He looked at me and said "Yes Lucille, I was watching." He wasn't angry.

Before I could say anything else he murmured "Lucille, I love you very much."

He was such a lovely man. I kissed him on the forehead "I felt guilty. Did you mind Love?"

He seemed anxious to tell me and shook his head "Don't feel guilty, Lucille. I was very excited."

I was relieved he wasn't upset and asked "Did your little cock get stiff?"

He sighed and sounded proud of himself "Very stiff. I even had 2 dribbles."

I realised how excited he was and said "Brian didn't dribble."

He agreed. "I know I took the pictures from the CCTV. He spunked over you when he was giving you dessert." We didn't have to explain. The dessert took place after the fucking. He handed me some pictures. It was terribly wanton but very exciting.

It was all over my face and hair. Apart from that, the semen was still spouting out of the eye of his penis. 

Brucie panted "I thought you looked like a Birthday Cake."

I looked puzzled and Bruce muttered "It looked as if he was decorating your face with icing." There was a similarity. His penis even looked like an icing gadget.

I giggled "It was even more when he had it between my legs. My pussy was like a bucket of spunk."

He sighed "Was it warm spunk, Lucille?"

We were both enjoying the conversation now and neither of us wanted to stop.

He sighed "When he had it up you he was holding your buttocks, Lucille?"

"Yes Bruce. It was nice, as it gave him something to grip as he filled me up. I felt I was like a little car and he was filling me up with petrol."

"Your tank was full?"

"Overflowing."

Bruce spoke a little quieter "I was surprised he only fucked you once, Lucille? I could see he liked being up you."

I explained to him "We both knew I was a married woman and he knows I love you very much Bruce, so we thought we shouldn't do it any more out of respect for you. He knows I love you and he has such great admiration for you."

My explanation was genuine and Bruce appreciated it. He kissed me gently and I squeezed his cock for him. It was still tiny but quite stiff.

He asked me "What did Mrs Miller say when she came back?"

I was worried and told Bruce "She was in a hurry to see Father Flynn and said we could talk more tomorrow morning." 

I still felt guilty and my worry must have shown as Bruce tried to cheer me up "It will be OK Love. She is such a nice woman."

So that was yesterday.

Now it was morning and in the cold light of day, I was worried about how Mrs Miller would react. 

Bruce on the other hand was really happy and after breakfast went straight down the shed saying he wanted to show Brian some things on the computer.

As I busied myself in the kitchen I heard Mrs Miller come in through the back door. When she saw me she smiled "Brian had gone straight to the shed Maam. Apparently Mr Ross is going to show him some more technical things on the computer. He admires your husband so much and wants to learn."

I nodded. I didn't know here to start. I mumbled "Will you be able to give me Confession Mrs Miller. I really feel I need absolution."

She smiled "I have some good news Mrs Ross. Father Flynn has said I can give you Confession this afternoon if you wish." The relief I felt was incredible. I knew she must know by now all of the events of yesterday with her son and probably Father Flynn knew as well. She didn't seem upset. I was desperate to know what she thought about it and whether I would be forgiven.

I asked "Would it be possible to give me Confession now, Mrs Miller? I feel that with my behaviour yesterday, I should have it as soon as possible."

She smiled "Brian has told me everything, Lucille. You are feeling guilty aren't you? You think you are a naughty little girl?" I nodded. I really did feel a naughty girl.

She chuckled and squeezed my breasts and patted my bottom affectionately "Alright then Lucille. I will give my naughty little girl, Confession."

I felt so happy she was calling me Lucille that I squeaked "Thank you Mrs Grace." I knew I had used the wrong name again but she smiled and patted my bottom again. I felt wonderful.

I could see that she was pleased with me. She was sitting on a low chair and I was standing in front of her nervously as she teased me "And was Brian nice to my little girl yesterday afternoon?"

I squeaked again "He was lovely Mrs Miller."

She looked at my short clothes and said "He told you he liked you in your short little skirt, didn't he?"

I wanted to please her and mumbled "He thought it was my little school skirt. He asked if I was wearing school knickers." 

She laughed and reached out and lifted my pleated skirt up to show my underwear saying "And tell me Lucille, are you wearing little school knickers today?"

I gasped. She seemed to know everything. I had bought some school panties that morning. 

She was still pleased with me as my skirt went right up displaying my small yellow panties and she teased "They really are nice knickers Mrs Ross. Ideal for Confession." 

I just stood there in front of her and murmured "Thank you Mrs Miller." 

She turned more serious and told me to bring a chair and sit in front of her and tell her my sins.

I said the usual introductory words about wanting to confess my sins and she listened intently and nodded approval. 

Then she said "Ands tell me my child. Tell me everything."

I had already told her all my past misdemeanours and about my family fantasy fetishes and Bruce's so I knew I had to go through all of yesterday's actions with Brian and then all about Bruce.

I knew she was already aware of everything from Brian so I made sure I told her every little detail. I came to the difficult part and said directly "He fucked me, Mrs Miller and my husband watched me being fucked." There was no expression on her face as she just listened.

At the end of it all she asked me "And how did you feel about it all Mrs Ross. Did you feel guilty and did your husband feel guilty?"

I nodded. I had enjoyed it but felt very guilty for both of us. I explained that I didn't think that Bruce felt as guilty as he was really aroused. 

She seemed to very understanding and said it was clear that Bruce became very excited about watching me being fucked. She was right, especially as she went on to say "If you remember, Lucille, he loved the fantasy about watching you being fucked by your father." She added "As you know my son is not your husband so that sort of thing cannot be permitted. Or at least not permitted to happen very often."

She was right again and I wanted to show my honesty and said "That fantasy makes me squishy as well Mrs Miller."

She explained again. "What really excites you Lucille is the thoughts of your family involvement? They makes it even more exciting for you and probably most other people as well. When you were with Brian yesterday, it would have probably been even nicer if you thought you were being fucked by your young brother."

I gasped. I hadn't thought about that but it would have made it even squishier if I had and I confessed it to her. 

As I was telling her everything she was reaching out and squeezing my breasts in an encouraging squishy way which made me want to say more. 

I knew that with my short skirt she could see my underwear but it all seemed exciting. 

I confessed that my feelings confused me very much but I was afraid in case I was committing some serious sins. She shook her head "No, Mrs Ross, you can rest assured there are no serious sins involved as no one is being hurt. You like the family fantasies so much you would probably like to think of me as your mother."

I blushed and felt my tummy go whoopsie and muttered "That would be wonderful, Mrs Miller."

She smiled lowered my bra cup and squeezed my breasts again and murmured "Would you like to be my little girl when I give you Confession, Lucy. Would you like to be Mummy's little Juicy Lucy?" 

I could feel myself surging between my legs and I gasped "Yes please Mummy."

She sat back and studied me with both my breasts out and said "I think I would like that as well Lucy but we have to set out some ground rules."

I was so excited as I said "I will do anything you say Mummy." I couldn't explain it to myself but I really wanted to be her little girl and be her Juicy Lucy.

She spoke firmly "In Confession I will be your mother, but afterwards we must both remember that you are the lady of the house and I am your Cleaning Lady and my son works for your husband. Do you understand?"

I didn't really want to talk about that now but I managed "Yes Mummy, I understand." 

She smiled "That's lovely Lucy. Now tell me again how your brother fucked you and what he said."

I giggled and told her about Brian's knob and how he liked my short skirt and underclothes."

She was really enjoying my Confession as much as I was and said "When we have Confession, Lucy, I want you to wear your very shortest school skirt."

I giggled "And shall I wear my school knickers for you as well, Mummy?"

"Yes Love, and I would like you to do something else as well for me."

I could hardly wait to please her "Just tell me Mummy. I will do whatever you want me to."

She reached across and placed one hand on each of my knees and slowly separated my knees as she said "I want you to make sure your legs are wide open for me, so that I can see your cotton gusset all the time."

It was so surreal. I knew I was married woman in my mid-thirties and yet I wanted to behave like a young girl. I was even speaking in a childish manner.

"Oh Mummy, that's lovely. I want to show you my drawers." 

As I spoke she dropped her hand down between my legs and stroked the cotton gusset with her middle finger. It was glorious.

We were both in a juicy heaven as she as told me nicely "Carry on with your confession Lucy. Tell me about Brian's prick."

I giggled as I whispered "Oh Mummy, you ought to have seen his big knob. As I rubbed his cock, his big knob swelled up and the slitty eye at the top got wider and little droplets of cream were forming."

I was sighing and so was Mrs Miller. She murmured "Lucille?"

"Yes Mummy?"

"That was his spunk, Lucille. He was getting ready to spunk over you.

"I know, Mummy. He did."

I knew she was making my panties wet now and so did she as she said "I expect he came all over your face. He likes that."

"He did, Mummy."

"What about your mouth, Lucille?"

"Well some did run down my face and onto my lips."

She chuckled. "The next time Lucille, make him put it in your mouth. You will like that. You will be able to suck him off."

It was a lovely thought and I imagined the scene of me fully dressed squatting in front of him with his big knob in my mouth. 

It was so strange and erotic. Basically Mrs Miller worked for me. She was a middle aged Cleaning Woman. I was her boss and yet in these circumstances I did exactly as I was told. Not only did I obey her. I really wanted to obey her.

During my Confession she would sometimes revert to more formal terminology. At one stage he said to me "Mrs Ross?"

I didn't want to use those words so I replied "Yes Mummy?"

"Show me your Tits."

"Yes Mummy." and I slipped my blouse and bra right off. She eased me back on the chair to look at me. 

I was conscious that I was supposed to be her little girl but I also knew I had large breasts. I wanted to make some sort of excuse "I know I am your little girl Mummy, but I am 37."

She chuckled "I know Lucille, but that is even better. I want my little girl to have nice big Tits for me."

I giggled. Her friendly manner encouraged me and I tentatively said "I like your Tits as well Mummy."

She laughed "Of course, Love. I will show you my Tits." With that she pulled the top of her dress down and her bra cups displaying her magnificent breasts with very large pinkie brown nipples. 

She knew I was thinking about the age thing but was so sure of herself as she told me "I am 55, Lucille."

"I know that Mummy."

She laughed "At my age Lucy, I have really big Tits for my little girl to play with."

I surged again. I had cum about 4 times already. I hoped she had. I was so excited as I asked "Can I really play with them, Mummy?"

Better than that Little Lucy."

I was squishing again as I queried "Better, Mummy?"

"Yes Love. I want you to suck Mummy's Tits."

It was so wonderful as I moved my face forward and opened my mouth.

As I clamped my lips around her breast she whispered "That's right Lucy. Around Mummy's Nipple. Suck Mummy's nipple." It was wonderful and the taste was exquisite especially as she whispered in my ear "There's a good girl. All mothers likes being milked."

The next few minutes were very quiet except from the slurping noises I was making. She was looking down at me fondly and I knew it was pleasing her.

The only thing she did was, after a few minutes she gently withdrew my face off her left breast and moved me onto her right breast whispering "You really are a good little girl Lucy."

Actually I could taste her liquids so much now and it was really lovely.

I was still clutching around her back now as she reached around me to grip my buttocks strongly and I felt myself being drawn into her body and pulled even tighter.

I wasn't sure what was happening but then I realised her knee was separating my thighs. I willingly opened my legs wide and found myself practically riding astride her big thigh.

She then started to rock me on her thigh. It was strange as we were two women together but as I pressed my crotch down onto her big meaty thigh and he rocked me and made me slide up and down I honestly felt I was being fucked. I started to rock myself. It was wonderful.

This was so wonderful. We spent ages doing it. 

I realised that I had forgotten about my husband and Brian. I had left the CCTV switch open but in this room, there was no little monitor to check if he had been watching. I wasn't worried about it.

She started to pull my skirt up again and then her mobile phone rang. She released me and answered "Mrs Miller speaking."

Then I had a shock with her next words "Yes Father Flynn. I understand Father. I will come to the Church House as soon as I have finished."

There was a silence and then she said "Yes, I have given Mrs Ross, her Confession. I will report back with all information including any pictures."

Again after a silence she answered "Yes I have explained things, although I haven't told her about the additional penance yet."

There were more silences and then she told him about other church duties she had carried out and he seemed to be very satisfied and she finished with "Thank you so much Father. You are very kind to say that but I will always do my duty for Mother Church."

She put the phone down and looked quite pleased with herself as she told me "Father Flynn is such a good man. Our Parish is so fortunate to have such an honourable man to look after us."

I nodded. He was a nice old man and so respected by everyone. Never the less I was still worried to death about him knowing about my Confession and all the things and fantasies that I had told Mrs Miller. I knew that Bruce was worried on this aspect as well.

It was clear that our naughties had finished for today. I was reluctant to stop but I knew that it was Mrs Miller who decided these things. She simply said "Time for Penance now Mrs Ross." I nodded as she formally declared "As this is your first Confession I shall only impose 3 Hail Marys as Penance."

I told her "I have been practising the words Mrs Miller, but I am not word perfect."

She smiled "Don't worry Mrs Ross, it is surprising how many lifelong Catholics get it mixed up. It can easily be managed. For now though we will say the words together, so kneel down at the settee with me."

She really was understanding as we knelt on the carpet with our hands clasped and our elbows on the settee and recited "Hail Mary, full of grace ..." Until we had said the full prayer completely 3 times.

She then crossed my forehead and granted me absolution and we stood up.

She looked at her watch saying "It is late for me to start anything now Maam, but I still have half an hour to spare. Shall I make us a cup of tea?"

I felt relieved that she was not leaving immediately as I really wanted to ask some delicate questions. Over a cup of tea would be ideal. I said "I am glad you are staying for a while Mrs Miller. In fact, you sit down. I will make the tea and get us some nice chocolate biscuits."

She laughed "Certainly not Mrs Ross. I work for you and it is my job to make tea. I know my place and so does Brian. We are so lucky to have such lovely people to work for."

I smiled and sat down as she went into the kitchen to return with the tea and biscuit. We sat down and made ourselves comfortable. 

She had started to talk about which rooms she was going to concentrate on tomorrow but I nervously interrupted and said "I know we are not in the Confessional, Mrs Miller, but would it be possible to discuss some of those special things?"

She smiled "If course Maam. You know of course that I cannot give you absolution but you have already told me quite a lot outside of the Confessional and Father Flynn has said it's acceptable. If I can help in any way, you know I will."

I understood what she meant. But I needed to know what was acceptable.

I took a deep breath and said "You remember me telling you that Brian fucked me yesterday, Mrs Miller?

"Yes of course Lucille and I thought I had made it plain that I have already granted you absolution for that."

"Yes, I understand that, but you also said that that can't be permitted again."

She looked quizzical "I didn't say that exactly Lucille. I said that it can't happen very often."

I breathed a sigh of relief. There was an opening and I asked "So how often would it be permitted Mrs Miller?"

She could see where I was coming from and half smiled "I hadn't thought that deeply about it Lucille but I think Father Flynn wouldn't mind it happening say about once a month. From what you are saying I assume you would like Brian to fuck you again?"

I couldn't help myself. "Yes I would Mrs Miller and I know Bruce would like to watch again."

She nodded her head in understanding "So would once a month be satisfactory Mrs Ross or were you thinking of more often?"

I had a mental image of lying on the bed once a month with Brian kneeling between my open legs ready to shove his lovely prick up me. I wanted to be honest and said "I think my husband and I would both like it to be more often."

She said "That would be difficult, Mrs Ross. As you know you are a married woman and for you to be fucked very regularly by a young lad outside your marriage vows would be a serious sin."

I could see she was telling me what Father Flynn had already instructed. I must have looked a bit down in the mouth as she added with an encouraging smile "You can still have your fantasies though Mrs Ross and these can involve my Brian and your Brucie."




Lucille and Mrs. Miller Pt. 04



I realized that this was the best I could get and said in a rather low voice "Yes Mrs Miller, I understand. It's OK as long as its fantasy."

She could see I was looking depressed and tried to cheer me up "But there are other things you can do Lucy without going to the full mounting."

I couldn't see what she meant. She had told me fantasy was OK but I that Brian could only fuck me once a month. I asked "What else can I do then Mrs Miller?"

She smiled and spoke to me as if I was a child. "Well you did say you liked the little things you did in the shed with Brian with your husband watching. I assume you enjoyed those?"

I wasn't quite sure but some of the things were very exciting.

I must have looked uncertain as she asked "Did you like wearing the very short skirt out in the shed so that Brian could see up?" I had and I nodded. 

She asked "And did you like squatting for him?" I nodded again. Not only did I like young Brian looking up my skirt but the physical movement of squatting with my knees apart made my panties tighten between my thighs and pull into me. It was an exquisite feeling. 

She chuckled "Brian told me he liked you doing those things as well. It made him very big.

I tittered "He is very big anyway Mrs Miller."

She laughed with me "I suppose I should have said Lucy, you made him even bigger."

I was feeling more relaxed now and thought I may as well push things as far as possible and asked "What about the time I had to squeeze past him, in the shed."

I had told her all about that in my Confession. I was also fairly sure that Brian had told her as well. She smiled "Are you talking about the time when you felt Brian's prick rubbing into your belly?"

"Yes Mrs Miller, I could feel the shape of his knob. Just thinking about it made my panties wet. Bruce couldn't see everything but he knew something was happening and it made his little penis stiff."

"So you both enjoyed it. Brian has told me he liked it as well."

I could see an opening now and asked "So if I did that again, would that be a serious sin or would Father Flynn say it was acceptable?"

She laughed "Well, as both you and Bruce liked it and my Brian certainly enjoyed himself, then it is obviously acceptable."

I felt great relief and joy. "That is wonderful, Mrs Miller."

She was clearly in a helpful mood and said "Actually Mrs Ross, you could make it nicer by wearing even shorter and thinner clothes if you have them."

I had loads of short skirts and I had another idea as well "Would it be OK if I wore thin little panties, Mrs Miller?"

She knew what I was thinking now. It made her chuckle and she encouraged me "Yes of course but if you also wore ones with a narrow gusset, it would make his penis feel even nicer."

This was wonderful and my mind was working overtime "Oh God, that would be gorgeous, Mrs Miller."

I knew she wanted to help me and looked a bit pensive and asked "Would you like him to undo the front of his trousers as you squeezed past him, Mrs Ross."

I was lost for breath and simply nodded my head up and down.

She said "It could get a little rude Mrs Ross if his penis popped out and your husband would not be just looking in the camera. He would be watching close up from a few feet."

I mumbled "Bruce would be embarrassed Mrs Miller but he would be wonderfully excited."

She smiled "That seems reasonable Mrs Ross. Of course if you also pulled your little skirt up as you squeezed past him, it could end up between your thighs rubbing into your panties."

"The ones with the very narrow gusset?"

The possibility of something serious happening was very obvious to both of us.

I spoke almost automatically as the thought occurred to me "If it slipped up the side, he may fuck me. Would that be acceptable Mrs Miller?" 

She smiled "Well, he wouldn't be actually fucking you deliberately, would he?"

"No Mrs Miller. Not deliberately anyway."

She laughed "Are you saying you would like Brian to fuck you accidentally Mrs Ross?"

I felt encouraged. "My panties do have small gussets Mrs Miller."

She nodded. She understood what I implying. She looked very pensive as if she was making up her mind.

Then she said "If he fucks you by accident like that I don't think that is a very serious sin."

I must have looked pleased with myself as she said very pointedly "If you happen to get fucked like that Mrs Ross are you sure your husband won't mind?"

I knew that although Bruce would be humiliated he would want to watch.

I told her "I think it will make him very stiff Mrs Miller."

She again looked serious and said "So you and Little Brucie would like it. Brian would obviously like it and as far as I am concerned it is an accident."

I gasped in gratitude "That would be wonderful, Mrs Miller."

She was still being nice but had to say "That just leaves Father Flynn."

My heart sank. I had forgotten about the old priest. I knew that if he didn't accept it then Mrs Miller wouldn't allow it.

I blubbed "But you said, it wasn't a serious sin if it was by accident."

She corrected me "It would be serious but nor very serious. I think I could persuade Father Flynn but he would probably impose the penance himself."

We had talked about special penance before but I had ignored it. I didn't really care what it was.

"What sort of penance would he impose on me Mrs Miller?"

She explained "Well you would still have to say your prayers to him but he would indubitably have to spank you."

I looked shocked as I muttered "Spank me, Mrs Miller. Do you mean smack my bottom? I couldn't allow an old man to pull my skirt up and see my panties." She nodded thoughtfully.

Mrs Miller said "I can quite see your point of view Mrs Ross. What you are really saying is that you don't think Brian should fuck you by accident."

I panicked "No Mrs Miller. I am not saying that. It was just the shock of thinking about Father Flynn seeing my knickers."

She spoke again "It is quite reasonable for you to be shocked Mrs Ross and it is important you realise, he wouldn't just see your panties he would pull them down. He would spank you on your bare bottom." 

"My bum?"

"Yes Mrs Ross. He would spank you on your bare buttocks. But if you are unable to accept that, then we should forget it."

I panicked "I can accept it Mrs Miller, and I want to accept it."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I am very sure, Mrs Miller."

She smiled "That's settled then Mrs Ross. I will explain to Father Flynn your full acceptance and that you want to be a good girl for him."

The thought of being a good girl for the old man sent little flushes through me. There was also the fear of being very embarrassed. I told Mrs Miller of my fears.

She laughed "You must remember Mrs Ross that Father Flynn is a very mature man and has helped many women exactly like you get over their problems including their deep embarrassments."

I explained "But in my case Mrs Miller, it is a little different as I go to regular meetings with Father Flynn and we discuss problems as equals with other Committee members. I am unsure how to handle this sort of situation."

She nodded. I could tell from her manner she knew exactly how to sort this difficulty out.

She explained "But your fears all stem from the fact that when you are in your meetings on the Committee you are all equals with Father Flynn."

It seemed fairly obvious as that is what I had just said, but I nodded.

She went on "But when you are in the Confessional with Father Flynn, you are not equal. He is much senior to you. Much older. Much wiser, almost like a parent."

I could see what she was saying and murmured "So he would be almost like my mother or father."

She chuckled "Hardly your mother Mrs Ross, but certainly like your father."

I gasped "My Daddy."

"Exactly like your Daddy, Mrs Ross. I know in these circumstances he would be happy if you called him Daddy."

It was getting clearer now "So in Confession, I would be his daughter?"

She nodded "Yes but not so formal. You would be his little girl and sit on his lap."

I remembered what she had said earlier and asked "So, when I am his little girl and sitting on his lap, would he have my knickers off?"

She thought for a moment and then said "I am not sure when he would take your panties off Mrs Ross, but when are sitting on Daddy's lap he will probably give you a little feel up your skirt." 

"Between my legs. He would feel my panties?"

"Yes of course. That is providing you are still wearing them."

I nodded my head. As usual Mrs Miller had answered all my questions honestly.

She looked at me and said "You have to make your mind up Mrs Ross if you want to go to Confession with Daddy and have your bottom smacked and any other penance he may impose."

I knew what I wanted. I wanted to be fucked by Brian. I also knew they my husband wanted to watch me being fucked by Brian.

She had been so honest with me, I wanted to be equally honest with her. I looked at her and said "I want to go to Confession with Father Flynn, Mrs Miller and I want him to take my knickers off and I want to sit on Daddy's knee and have my penance, whatever it may be."



Lucille and Mrs. Miller Pt. 05



This story is total fantasy and there is no underage involvement or cruelty.

*****

That night I told my husband everything about my confession to Mrs Miller and what I would be allowed to do without committing any serious sins. I also told him about the suggestion that it would probably be acceptable for me to wear very small panties and have accidents with Mrs Miller's son, Brian.

Although it was in the middle of the evening and we had just had tea we were both speaking in very low tense voices. The atmosphere was so erotic. He murmured "If it is accidental, Lucille, it doesn't seem a serious sin."

I could see he wanted me to have accidents but I wanted to make sure "I will only have accidents if you are willing Bruce. You know I love you."

He kissed me on the forehead and panted "I love you so much Lucille."

I knew he was agreeing but was even more certain when he asked "Will I be allowed to watch you having accidents, Lucille?"

I smiled. I could see his little cock stiffening in his trousers and knew it was my turn to do the reassuring. I kissed him on the forehead and whispered "I only want those accidents when you are watching Brucie." He panted his gratitude.

That night it was lovely again. Not as exciting as with Brian or as erotic as with Mrs Miller but it was lovely seeing my husband in such an excited state. I found I could paint just about any scenario I chose and talk about his tiny little cock and how pretty little Brucie was. It was lovely for me but Bruce was in another exciting planet. He even dribbled twice.

After Brucie had dribbled, he knew that I still needed my dessert. I always masturbated as he watched. We both liked it.

I got up from bed and told him "I won't be long Bruce. I am just going for a pee." He was exhausted and the poor dear nodded.

All my clothes were strewn on the carpet and I told him "You can put my panties on if you like Bruce." He looked grateful as I also tossed my bra on top of my knickers.

When I got back into the bedroom he was sitting on a small chair next to the bed. He had my panties and brassiere on and was holding himself. He was stiff again as he waited for me.

I didn't waste any time. I climbed onto the bed directly in front of him and spread my legs, at the same time dropping my hands between my thighs and opening up my vagina. It felt delectable. 

He murmured "Your pussy is lovely, Lucille."

Although I was quickly approaching my first cum, I half smiled as he was such a gentleman. I teased "Do you mean my cunt, Bruce?"

He gasped "Yes, Lucille, I mean your cunt."

I could see he was getting excited again and wanted to help "You look nice in my panties, Bruce."

He was panting "I like your bra as well Lucille."

I half inserted my finger and murmured "I am going to buy you a little brassiere Bruce."

He sobbed with pleasure and I added "To cover your little Titties."

He panted and I think he had a little dribble again. I smiled as I could make him dribble at any time now. He muttered "I would like to have Titties."

I smiled but I had my own enjoyment to think of and closed my eyes and pushed my finger right up. And then down and then just carried on rhythmically. I almost forgot that my husband was watching closely. 

Even as I was thrusting and grunting my thoughts were alternatively on Brian's giant cock or Mrs Miller being nice to me as her little girl. It was a wonderful dessert. My husband in a bra also flashed in my mind.

The next morning at breakfast, Bruce was so happy and kept mentioning what he and Brian would be doing throughout the day. I half recalled my husband saying last night that he would like to have Titties, but to be honest I was just very eager to see Mrs Miller again and chat.

I found that our little talks throughout the day didn't have to be concerning our close or intimate relationships. She was so interesting I just loved to chat with her on any old subject.

My own work was very easy for me and I found I had plenty of spare time and I enjoyed explaining various aspects of my designs to her. Although she didn't have my technical training she was very intelligent and most importantly very perceptive. She even picked up on a few simple points which weren't consistent. We were becoming good friends.

On a few occasions she would say "I had better not take up any more of your time Maam, or I won't be able to finish my cleaning. We both laughed when I picked up a duster and teased "Well perhaps I should help you Mrs Miller?"

I wasn't sure when I should start having my accidents down in the shed with Brian, but I felt it was wise to leave it for about a week or so. Mostly Bruce would come up to collect the tray for their morning coffee and toast.

Usually Mrs Miller would prepare the tray but I started to help her by sorting out the coffee as she did the toast. We had become a nice little team.

Bruce had told me that his relationship with Brian was moving the same way. On occasions if Brian was finishing off some connections on the circuit boards Bruce would get a brush and tidy up the shed before they both finished. Bruce was obviously clearly in charge but I could see that the two men were becoming firm fiends.

When Bruce and I chatted over tea Bruce said how thankful he was, that he had visited Mrs Miller to make his apologies for causing the upset and grateful that she had forgiven him. I couldn't agree more. It was difficult to imagine life without the Millers.

There was no point in me laying down the law again but I did say "I know Love, we just have to make sure we don't upset them in any way as they can be sensitive."

After that first week, without any accidents I felt myself becoming very juicy and I knew it must have been obvious to Mrs Miller as sometimes when I had pushed myself closer to her than I should have, she squeezed my breasts. I always wore short clothes now and a few occasions she pushed her hand up my skirt and squeezed my thigh making me giggle. 

One morning she must have known that I was getting bubbly, as she suggested that it would be helpful if I took the tray down the shed so that she could get on with her cleaning tasks alone without any distraction.

There was no suggestion that I might have an accident when I was down there, but she must have known that it would be in my thoughts.

She went upstairs and left me alone to prepare the tray. I made sure I had my shortest and thinnest skirt on and nice little panties as I made my way down the garden and then into the shed.

As I opened the door I saw that Brian was in the tight space between the two benches and Bruce was sorting out some papers on the desk. I shouted brightly "Good morning Good Sirs." 

Brian saw me and grunted something. Bruce stood a little open mouthed. He could see that my plaid skirt didn't even cover my panties when I was standing up straight. He knew something was going to happen.

I set the tray down and passed Bruce his coffee. He murmured his thanks but in a very low voice. He could see that Brian was staring at me and his trouser front was already erect. Bruce looked anxious.

I took the plate of toast and made my way past Brian to set it down on the far side. It meant I had to squeeze past him. It had happened before but now we all knew what was happening.

I didn't rush things and tried to remain in control. It was difficult as I eased my way past the young lad. He didn't even attempt to draw back and his penis felt so hot. My skirt didn't stop it and even through his trousers and my thin knickers I could feel the heat and the shape of his knob pressing into my tummy.

After a short time I had to move past otherwise it would have been too blatant. I did move past and set the toast down on a low bench which meant that with my short skirt rising he could see all by knickers at the back. My husband could as well but that wasn't the object of the exercise. 

I am not a small woman and my bottom is quite plump. I heard a gasp and a grunt from behind me. I think it was from both of them. I felt rather pleased with myself. In my mind I was in control of both of them.

I felt really smug as I straightened up and turned back to them so that I could do the second half of my squeeze past. The sight before me knocked me for six.

It was my turn to gasp. Bruce was still watching closely and Brian was still standing in the narrow gap between the benches. The only difference was that he had undone the front of his trousers completely and his huge penis was standing to attention in front of my eyes. He knew I had to pass. He was waiting.

I don't know why I thought of it but it was just like the documentaries you see on the television, when the bears are waiting for salmon to swim upstream. The salmon knew that many of them would be eaten by the bears. It was inevitable. The salmon knew it but they had to go.

I felt like a plump salmon as I edged past Brian and with his huge penis out ready for me it was inevitable he was going to do me. He was a big bear just waiting for his juicy salmon.

It was difficult to see that this was accidental but on the other hand it was much the way that Mrs Miller and I had discussed the previous week.

I thought my best bet was to ignore it and try to get past somehow. My original idea of having an accident felt more uncertain now especially with my husband only a few feet away.

I made the same moves as I had a few minutes earlier. I was still facing him but the front of my panties seemed very vulnerable now. My skirt didn't come into the equation and I knew his penis would be very hot again and this time his trousers weren't in the way to cool it down.

I squeezed past and felt the shape of it pressing into my tummy.

My knickers were so thin, they were no protection at all. The heat of his cock was incredible. It was also very exciting. As I felt the heat pressing into my lower belly with only my panties in the way, he also pushed forward a bit. It took me off balance and I automatically opened my legs more.

He didn't do it deliberately. It just happened. The knob of his penis slipped between my legs. As I regained my balance I involuntarily closed my legs trapping his penis between my thighs with the top of his shaft rubbing against the gusset of my panties.

To say that it was nice was an understatement. He pushed gently and it moved a little and I squeezed and released equally gently. I saw that my husband was staring wide eyed. It didn't occur to me to smile at him. In fact no one was smiling. We were all tense and breathing very heavily.

I was barely conscious that Brian was gently pushing back and fore between my legs. He must have found it as nice as I did. I did the same and pushed back and fore in the same rhythm as him. I saw my husband squeeze himself. 

With the very small gusset to my panties, I knew it was a matter of time before the accident occurred. To be fair to Brian, I knew that he was entirely innocent. As far as my husband and I were concerned it may have been a bit haphazard but we both knew what was likely to happen.

Brian's penis seemed to have a life of its own as it wormed its way past the narrow gusset of my panties and burrowed into my vagina.

I wasn't sure if Brian had expected it but once it was in he was very positive and used his arms to lift my bottom onto the bench behind me and shoved his penis fully into me.

There was no mistake now. He was up me. My husband could see that Brian was up me. Nothing was said. I started to squelch as it all became very wet. 

There was no doubt now. My husband was only 3 feet away and watching his young assistant fucking me. 

In my mind it was still an accident but as I let myself go I couldn't help thinking 'this is a wonderful fucking accident'. I did think of Mrs Miller and hoped she would allow me to have more accidents.

I could see that Bruce had start to dribble and knew he was almost finished. I had already 'happened' twice and was ready for another couple. Brian had already cum once and partly filled me up. I knew he could do it again a few times. By the time he had finished with me I knew my bucket would be filled

It went on for another 10 minutes until I was exhausted. Bruce was sitting on a low chair looking sorry for himself. Brian simply told my husband "Give me that clean duster, Mr Ross."

Bruce handed it over and Brian cleaned me up. Nothing was said until I was reaonnably OK. My underwear was partly on display and a bit mucky.

As I made my way to the door of the shed. All Brian said was "When you get back to the house, Mrs Ross, you should change your knickers."

I didn't nswer but I just nodded as I left.

I must have been down the shed for over an hour. When I got back into the house I was very much in disarray. Mrs Miller was still cleaning upstairs. She didn't normally take long up there. I think she was being diplomatic and allowing me time on my own to sort myself out.

I had a shower and changed my underclothes. Then I went back into my office to carry on with some of my work. Again Mrs Miller didn't interrupt me except to politely knock my door later in the afternoon to say "I am leaving now Mrs Ross. I will collect Brian from the shed."

I smiled a little guiltily "Goodnight Mrs Miller, and thank you for everything." She nodded pleasantly as she closed the door.

In the evening after tea, I felt rather subdued but Bruce was very cheerful. We had a glass of wine together and he must have realised from my quiet manner that I felt guilty. He smiled as he refilled my glass "I love you very much, Lucille."

I nodded and asked "Even when I have an accident, Bruce?"

He chuckled "Especially when you have an accident Lucille. You cant blame yourself for accidents."

I felt better immediately and said "You are wonderful husband Bruce. I love you so much."

He smiled. We weren't actually talking naughtily but he did say "We all have our frailties Lucille and you are a wondeful wife with my weaknesses."

I wasn't sure if he was thinking about his pretty dressing up or that he liked watching me. He was such a good man I wanted to reassure him "But I like helping you feel nice Brucie. I like your Little Soldier and when you are pretty."

He murmured "And I like you having accidents Lucille."

He was so nice to me, I wanted to reward him. We both had to attend my fathers birthday party next day and I asked him cutely "I know you cant wear a dress butwould you like to wear my knickers tomorrow, Love?"

He groaned "You know I would Luculle."

He looked hesitant and then asked shyly "Could I wear your bra as well."

I hadnt realised that his fetishes and little urges were getting much stronger.

I giggled "Of course Love, but it may be a little big. But I have my little sisters bra upstairs which will fit your little Titties."

He sighed. I had obviously struck a nice chord as he repeated quietly "My little Titties."

I remembered he had seemed in a dream in bed last night and I remembered something that Mrs Miller had suggested. I asked him "Would you like to have proper Titties, Bruce?"

He looked startled "God yes. You mean a proper fitting brassierre with nice padding."

I shook my head. "No Brucie. I mean real Tits. Mrs Miller said we could get you special tablets which will make them grow. You could have nice big Tits if you want them."

He looked puzzled and I handed him a picture which Mrs Miller had left me. It showed a very attractive young woman with a little penis with very large breasts. 

He muttered " She is so pretty, Lucille. I would like Tits like that."

I smiled "They are quite large Bruce."

He panted "I like them very much."

It made me think as I asked "Would you like to have big Tits, Bruce?"

He almost sobbed "Oh Lucille, could I?"

I smiled as I told him "I will have word with Mrs Miller."

The next day was Sunday and Bruce and I went over my parents house and we had a lovely time with all my family. Bruce's parents also came with his sister and her husband. 

Several people commented on how well Bruce was looking. He was full of the joys of spring. I was the only one there who knew he had my knickers on and my sisters bra. Actually I had also let him wear my stockings as well. The poor darling was over the moon.

On Monday morning I had a phone call from Mrs Miller saying she had to help Father Flynn look after some visiting curates. She also said that Brian had gone down the Sanctuary as they had a big influx of new animals.

I felt quite down and asked "Will you be able to come tomorrow Mrs Miller?"

She was so nice nd said "If course we will, Mrs Ross."

She added with little tease "That is of course if you and Mr Ross want us to come."

I probably showed my feelings too much as I immediatly blurted out "Oh God, yes Mrs Miller. You don't realise how much Bruce and I need you."

She simply said pleasantly "Don't worry Lucille. We will be there."

Bruce was equally down in the mouth, that they hadnt turned up. We just messed around with our work all day, not doing very much and unable to concentrate. 

We were both on edge on the Tuesday morning and up early. It was such a relief to see them when they arrived, spot on time. Before they had even started Bruce had made them a cup of tea and I had made some nice warm toast.

I knew we were spoiling them but we liked it and Mrs Miller looked appreciative. It was lovely. Bruce couldn't wait to take Brian back down the shed to show him some new connections and Mrs Miller started to work. A few times I came out of the office to chat to her and automatically joined in the dusting as we chatted about all sorts of things, about her church and my work and things in the village. She was incredibly interesting. The day just flew by.

In the evening Bruce told me more about the work that Brian was now into and seemed honestly very impressed and told me confidentially some of his plans. I was pleased and knew Mrs Miller would be delighted.

The next morning, Mrs Miller turned up on her own. Apparently Brian had had another call from the Sanctuary. Bruce looked devastated and Mrs Miller was so appologetic and explained "This should be the last time Mr Ross. We have told the Sanctuary that Brian is fully employed now and that he will only be available at weekends.

This pacified Bruce to some extent but I could see he was very disappointed. I knew he wouldn't say anything untoward to Mrs Miller as neither of us would risk upsetting her or her son. I chatted for a few minutes before going back to my office and Bruce drifted back to his shed looking lost. I knew he had really wanted to discuss his plans with Brian and his mother.

It was OK for me as it was easy for me to leave my office for a few minutes to talk to Mrs Miller about anything. It made me feel better. She carried on with her work as we talked. A few times, Bruce came back into the house and I could see he was just messing about doing nothing. I think he was jealous of me talking to Mrs Miller.

In the afternoon I think Bruce had had enough. He came into the house just at the time I was in my office doing a spot of filing and Mrs Miller was tidying up around some of the cabinets. Bruce tried o sound casual "It so lonely down the shed, shall I make us all cup of tea and get some nice biscuits?"

I felt a bit sorry for him and said "That's a good idea Love. There are some nice Ginger Snaps in the kitchen, I know Mrs Miller likes those." Mrs Miller smiled. She enjoyed us making a fuss over her.

My office is nicely furnished so when Bruce reurned with his loaded tray, I had moved the chairs around a small table so that we could all be comfortable. I made sure that Mrs Miller had the nicest chair. As we were having our tea, we again chatted but this time Bruce was with us and it was lovely.




Lucille and Mrs. Miller Pt. 05



Bruce asked about Father Flynn and about some of the subjects that had been brought up at the Parish Meeting. It was obvious that Father Flynn had discussed things with Mrs Miller as she was very aware of things and made some good observations.

We must have talked for about ten minutes and then Mrs Miller said "Well I had better get on with my work, Mrs Ross as I will be leaving in about an hour."

I could see that Bruce wanted to carry on chatting. So did I, for that matter and I just said " Don't worry with the rest of the work today Mrs Miller. You have worked hard enough. We may as well have some more tea."

Before Mrs Miller could answer, Bruce had got up saying "Good idea Lucille. I will bring some more tea"

Mrs Miller smiled and shrugged her shoulders "Well if that is what you want Mrs Ross."

When he came back, he had a bottle of wine instead of tea and some more Ginger Snaps. Mrs Miller and I both giggled and then after Bruce had poured us all some large glasses of wine, we settled own again but this time Bruce ventured forth with "Lucille told me that Father Flynn will be seeing her about her Confession."

Mrs Miller nodded. There was never any misunderstanding with her. She simply said "You know of course about Mrs Ross's accident down the shed with my son, don't you Mr Ross?"

Bruce nodded but didn't say anything.

Mrs Miller wanted to make sure he understood "You were there Mr Ross. You saw her being fucked, didn't you." 

Bruce blushed up a little murmurung "It was an accident, Mrs Miller."

I supported my husband's statement "Bruce knows I had my panties on all the time."

She smiled. She was happy that there was no misunderstanding and told him "When Father Flynn visits next week to give her penance he will probably smack her bottom."

I felt all juicy again as I saw Bruce stutter as he tried to carry on the conversation. "Will it be on her bare bottom, Mrs Miller?"

She shook her head "I am not really sure. I would think so, as Father Flynn told me he likes her bottom."

Bruce gasped. The statement was so casual. I tried to sound casual myself "The trouble is Mrs Miller, at my age my bottom is getting a bit big."

She laughed "You are too modest Mrs Ross. Even my Brian said that he likes your bum."

I gasped "Brian?"

We had all had some wine by now and she laughed again "Yes Brian. He thinks you have a lovely big round bum. If there had been more room in the shed the other day he told me that he would have turned you around."

I saw Bruce silently mouth the words "Oh God." The implication was clear.

Mrs Miller didn't realise the impact her words were having on us. 

I murmured "Turn me around, so that my back was to him?"

She smiled "Yes Mrs Ross. That's right or more to the point, your bottom."

I was flustered now "But when I was facing him, I had an accident."

"But you knew you might have an accident with your little panties, Mrs Ross."

I nodded, but had to ask "If I had been turned around would I have still had an accident?"

She smiled "Well you still had the same little panties on Mrs Ross, and you would have been bent over the bench." 

I nodded.

"And they didn't prevent you having an accident when you were facing him?"

I said huskily "No they didn't, Mrs Miller."

She was talking such common sense "And do you think that those same little panties would have prevented a similar sort of accident if you were bent over in front of Brian?"

Bruce could see it all as well as me and said "So my wife would have had the same little accident up her bottom, Mrs Miller?"

Mrs Miller still didn't realise the effect this was having on my husband and myself. She chuckled in a good natured way "Not really a little accident, Mr Ross. You know how big my son is. Mrs Ross would have had a big accident, right up her big bum."

I felt moist but confused as I muttered "He would have been up my bum. Would he have hurt me?"

She smiled "No of course not. Don't forget you yourself said you have a big bum. All that would have happened is that Brian would have gone all the way up."

Bruce wasa also taken back by the enormity of it all "He would have been up my wife's bum?" 

Mrs Miller just said "Right up her bum, Mr Ross. Actually, she would have liked it up her bum." 

I felt so flushy, I could almost imagine myself bending over for Brian to insert his penis up my bottom. The thought of my husband watching that happening was even more delicious.

The explanations had been shocking but I noticed that Bruce didn't object.

We all had some more wine and I knew if I didn't raise the other subject about Little Brucie than the opportunity may be lost for another week. "We had a lovely time at my father's birthday party last Sunday, Mrs Miller."

She smiled. I had already told her about the party and about Bruce's clothes and what he liked. She knew what I wanted her to discuss certain aspects with my husband and myself.

"Did you enjoy yourself Mr Ross?"

Bruce also knew. He looked ashamed but aroused. He nodded "I did enjoy it, Mrs Miller."

"Were they pretty, Mr Ross. Did you like wearing your wifes stockings and panties?"

Bruce spoke huskily. This wasn't a surprise for him. "Yes Mrs Ross, they were really lovely."

I edged the conversation on "He also had my little sisters bra on, Mrs Miller."

She didn't laugh.She knew the right words and merely said "That's lovely Mr Ross. They covered your little Titties?"

He croaked "Yes, Mrs Miller. My Little Titties."

We could both see his penis stiffening through his trousers. I knew that Mrs Miller wouldn't embarrass him and would encourage him. She said in a low voice "Would you like to have your own Tits, Mr Ross?"

We could both see how stiff Bruce was as he grunted something positive.

Mrs Miller looked at me and I whispered "He would like them, Mrs Miller."

She nodded "It would be very easy Mr Ross. Just a few tablets every day and you could have nice big Tits."

He muttered "I would like to have big Tits."

She asked me "How about you Lucille. Would you like our husband to have big Tits?"

Without Mrs Miller realising it the conversation was really affecting my husband and myself. We were both aoused but trying to act normal.

I said "It would be nice Mrs Miller, but it would be difficult when we have to go out publicly."

She laughed "Not at all Mrs Ross. We can easily obtain very restraining athletic bras for outside use and a wooly jumper and no on else would notice anything."

I felt so squishy. It would be so secret and taboo. I would be able to play with him whenever I wanted to and I mumbled something to this effect.

She smiled. We were both giggly with the wine and she laughed "We could both play with him together Lucy."

I was just as bad "He would like us to have his Tits out, Mrs Miller."

I could see Bruce squeezing himself again as Mrs Miller laughed " You mean we could have HER Tits out Lucy. She would almost be a girl. Your wife."

I giggled and actually came as she said those last few words. It was so outrageous. Bruce would be my wife. I needed the bathroom. We had had too much wine.

As I got up to leave the room, Mrs Miller also rose and said she needed the bathroom as well. We were both desperate and luckily we had two bathrooms. As we left I could see Bruce buttoning up his trousers to make himself respectable.

When we returned we were all a lot calmer and immediately talked about more ordinary things. I knew that Bruce was bursting to tell Mrs Miller about his plans for Brian and I opened up the conversation by saying "Bruce is very impressed how much Brian has learnt Mrs Miller."

I knew she was proud of her son and loved hearing nice things about him and she did took another sip of wine saying "You don't know how grateful I am to you Mrs Ross and especially you Mr Ross. I never thought that Brian would have been able to understand these things but he seems to be managing it OK."

Bruce had regained all his composure now and smiled "I don't think you fully understand Mrs Miller. Brian isnt just OK. He is brilliant at working out different ways to sort out all the circuit boards. On one of our biggest orders he has worked out a way of making slots in the boards so that the connections can simply slide in different directions so that there is no need to undo them. It will save a huge amount of money for my sponsors."

Mrs Miller's face was a picture of gratitude for myself and my husband. She seemed almost speechless as Bruce went on "I have to give a presentation at the big hotel in Bristol next week and I want Brian to accompany me." 

Mrs Miller looked as if she may burst with pride and murmured "That is so wonderful, Mr Ross. Will he be able to help you?"

Brian nodded. "Not just help me Mrs Miller. I want him on stage with me. He is so adept at ringing all the changes on the boards that he could almost do it on his own."

As I watched my husband explaining things to our Cleaning Lady, I felt so pleased with him. I knew he was genuine in his trubutes to Brian's talents but he was also giving credit where credit was due. I loved him all the more and I could see that Mrs Miller was over the moon. 

She was sitting directly in front of us and in all the excitement of listening to lovely compliments about her son, her dress had risen a few inches. Not very much but from just below her knee to about an inch over her knee.

I did see Bruce falter a little as he was talking and I think Mrs Miller did as well. She did turn to me saying "You are so lovely to us Mrs Ross and I really have to tell you I think Mr Ross is such a wonderfully kind man. I wish there was someway I could pay him back."

To be honest I felt much the same way, but we had to be careful not to embarrass him. I knew she was asking me something.

I had noticed Bruce looking at Mrs Miller several times and knew what he was wishing. I laughed "You are the best person to do that Mrs Miller. You will have to think of some way to give him a treat."

She smiled. We were both thinking alike. She murmurred "I am not sure if we are on the same wavelength, Mrs Ross. I don't want to say or do anything that will upset anyone?"

I smiled and nodded very positively at her. "Don't worry, Mrs Miller. We are on exactly the same wavelength. I would love you to give my lovely Little Brucie a 'secret treat'."

I had deliberately emphasized 'Little Brucie' and the words 'secret treat'.

She nodded and said to me "When Mr Ross came to my house to appologise he did seem to be looking at me in a certain manner."

Bruce looked worried. I smiled. He had told me exactly what had happened and now I said "Yes Mrs Miller. He told me. You were wearing that very same dress and he was looking at you."

She turned to Bruce saying "If you remember Mr Ross you told me that you were wondering what I was wearing under my dress?" 

He croaked "Yes, I did Mrs Miller."

"Do you remember what I told you, Mr Ross?"

He muttered "You said you werent wearing stockings or tights and that you only had panties on."

She nodded "You have a good memory Mr Ross."

I smiled "He has told me that story several times Mrs Miller. It makes him feel nice."

I added "I love Bruce very much Mrs Miller and I want him to have treats and feel nice."

She smiled at him. "You are a very good man, Mr Ross and your wife and I both want you to feel nice."

Bruce was looking flushed. I could see his stiffness starting up again and so could Mrs Miller. I nodded to her.

She said "Tell me what you are thinking now Mr Ross?"

"About your underwear Mrs Miller."

"You must know I am not wearing stockings or tights?"

He nodded.

She asked him "So what do you think I am wearing?"

He was excited now but trying not to show it "Panties, Mrs Miller?"

She chuckled "Full marks Mr Ross. Only they are not small little panties like your wife wears when she is going to have an accident. I am older than she is so they are big panties."

Mrs Miller and I had talked about fetishes over the last 3 months and she knew a lot more about Bruce than he realised. I joined in by saying "Your mother used to wear big panties, didn't she Bruce?"

He gasped "Yes she did."

Mrs Miller smiled. I had given her another start.

She said "What material were our mothers panties, Bruce?"

His penis was pushing out to tent his trousers now as he gasped "Uusually cotton ones."

She smiled "Big cotton knickers with a wide gusset?"

He panted. We both knew he was feelng nice.

"I have big cotton panties on Mr Ross. They are probably like your mothers panties."

He gasped again and I could see he had a job not to squeeze himself.

Mrs Miller asked softly "Do you want to see my panties Mr Ross?"

He was panting but couldn't speak. She looked at me and I smiled back "He wants to see them Mrs Miller."

She was standing directly in front of my husband and reached down to just below her knees and gripped the hem of her dress and raised it right up. 

I felt juicy but looking at Bruce's expression I felt even juicier as he stared at our Cleaning Lady's panties.

She had made it nicer for him by standing with her legs slightly apart which meant her panty gusset were only a few feet from Bruce's face.

He was staring intently at them and although they were clean there were a few marks in the gusset area. She smiled "I am afraid I have been wearing them all day Mr Ross and to be honest all that wine you gave me didn't help."

He murmured. They are beautiful, Mrs Miller."

It was very erotic and I was breathing very heavily. They looked beautuful to me. She is older than I am and some hairs were poking outside of her gusset. She could see me looking and laughed "It's a good job my panties have elastic there Mrs Ross or it would look like a black cat."

I laughed but it was very erotic.

I could see Bruce leaning forward and his face was only about a foot from her panties. He was breathing riduculously heavily and almost seemed to be sniffing.

Mrs Miller noticed as well and whispered top me "Do you think he wants to smell them, Mrs Ross?"

I nodded and murmured "He will do anything you tell him, Mrs Miller."

She looked as if she was contemplating. Then she said "Lie down on the carpet Mr Ross."

Bruce grunted but did as he was told. Mrs Miller still had her dress way up over her hips. With a simple movement she moved so that her shiny shoes were either side of my husband's face. He was looking dirctly up at her underwear.

I could see all her panties from my position. He probably couldn't even see her dress as he must have been looking straight at her panty gusset pulling into her crotch. 

The wettish marks in the narrow strip of material between her legs seemed more obvious now and I wondered if the wine was still affecting her

He was panting like a little puppy dog and although he was now further away from her drawers, he still seemed to be sniffing. She smiled at me "He seems to be enjoying things Mrs Ross. Do you think this is the correct treat for him?"

It was clear she was asking me if she should continue. I probably wanted it to continue as much as my husband did and said "I think it is a lovely treat Mrs Miller and he deserves it."

I added "I like it as well."

She smiled and then I saw her bend her legs slightly which brought her crotch a little lower. God, it was so exciting and I heard my husband almost yelp like a little doggie.

As I watched tensely she moved lower and lower until she was kneeling over Bruce. Her two plump knees were either side of his face and although her skirt was still above her waist it was more difficult for me to see.

I wanted to be part of the treat and I murmured "Its lovely Mrs Miller but I cant see properly."

She smiled at me "From the way you said that Lucille, I take it that you would like to see?"

I panted "I would like to see Mrs Miller."

She chuckled and moved forward to practically squat on my husbands face, at the same time flipping her skirt up at the back, giving me a clear view.

And what a view.

Her white panty gusset was firmly pressing into my husband's mouth, but was even more noticable was that she had positioned herself so that his nose was pushing her panties up between her large buttocks.

He was still sniffing. I thought he must be suffocating under her weight but then realised she had her both hands on the floor and was taking her own weight between her knees and her hands.

Mrs Miller told me "Come around the front, Mrs Ross and kneel at your husbands feet."

Just as my husband had done, I did exactly as I was told. I could see his little penis straining to be freed.

Then she started to rock on his face as she said "Your husband is enjoying it Mrs Ross, do you want to give him another treat? As you said, he deserves it."

I wanted to help for my own excitement but it was an easy question to answer. "He does deserve more treats Mrs Miller and I want to help you."

By now she had eased the elastic in her panty gusset to the side so that the black hairs were now all over Bruce's face. She was still rocking so that now his nose was buried in the panties up her bum. She was enjoying all this herself as she told me "Undo his tousers Mrs Ross."

I did as I was told and Bruces penis shot out. She chuckled "His little soldier is standing to attention."

I giggled and held it in my hand as she instructed me "Wank him, Mrs Ross. Wank his little soldier."

I was enjoying the erotic atmosphere and stroked his penis up and down. His excitement was incredible and I could see he was bigger than I had ever seen him before. Additionally there was a swelling at the top. It almost seemed as if he was getting a little knob. It was shining as well with cum.

She was still rocking making things go further in but still relaxed and joked "I think we have a little German Soldier standing to attention Mrs Ross."

She was abviously joking and I giggled "Why a German Soldier Mrs Miller?"

She laughed again "Well he is standing to attention and his helmet is nice and shiny."

It was exciting and erotic and also funny as she made me giggle.

Suddenly Bruce groaned and he really squirted. I had never known him to do that before and it really took me by surprise.

I was so startled that I let go of his penis. Mrs Miller kept a straight face as she said "Our soldier is in trouble Mrs Ross."

I laughed as she added "We've blown his helmet off."

Although I was very aroused and Mrs Miller had clearly enjoyed herself, the most important thing had been to reward Bruce and to give him a nice treat. We had obviously achieved that, and Mrs Miller sent me to get a clean towel as she was carefully disentangling her underwear from my husbands face.

She took the towel off me and used it to expertly clean Bruce up and in a few minutes we were all respectable again.

She told me "Be a good girl Lucy and get my coat, I must be off."

As she was leaving she told the both of us "Father Flynn will be coming on Monday to give you Confession, Mrs Ross. Make sure your knickers are clean."

I felt like a little girl as I nodded my acceptance. She turned to my husband saying "You will be required to be present, Mr Ross and so will I, as we will have to discuss the accident in detail."

I felt it would almost be like a Public Confession and asked "Will Brian be there as well Mrs Miller?"

She shook her head "No, Mrs Ross. I have told him to stay at home. After all, he didn't have the accident. You did."



Lucille and Mrs. Miller



He must have detected from my willingness to pose that I wanted to please everyone. He didn't ask any questions and I didn't volunteer.

I had seen and heard Bruce talking to Brian when the young lad had expressed strong desires to see me fully dressed in various parts of the house but showing very private views of what should only be seen by a spouse.

Superficially that is what we were both doing. He was making out that the pictures were for his own personal gratification and I was indicating that that was what I thought they were.

We didn't discuss that aspect in greater detail as it suited us. But we both knew they were for Brian to see every part of me. I knew that his mother liked them as well.

There was one flowery dress which I knew Brian really liked to see me in. It was a very respectable dress which had a light loose cotton skirt which had a hem line which was very sensibly about an inch below my knee.

Although it was so respectable I knew it was quite erotic in one way as it was so attractively patterned and loose and swirly with a wide black belt at the waistline. It oozed squishiness.

Brian had told my husband that when I wore it he always wondered what was underneath. I thought to myself that that was easily arranged.

One morning when Bruce came up to collect the tea and toast for Brian and himself I had put on the flowery dress.

As he entered the kitchen, I was standing by the sink. Bruce gasped and I heard him mutter "Brian likes that."

I ignored his mention of Brian and squished around the kitchen pretending to be unaware until Bruce murmured "Can I take some pictures of you Lucille?"

We both knew what they were for but pretended otherwise and laughed "You are a naughty man, Bruce, I expect you want some naughty ones?"

He laughed "You are such an exciting wife Lucille. Do you mind?"

"Of course not Love. You are my husband. I will do anything you ask."

We had both laid the foundations for my willingness to pose.

He took some nice fully dressed pictures and then some of me swirling around showing a few inches above my knee and he asked "Are you wearing stockings or tights Lucille?"

I laughed "You know I only wear stockings when I have this dress on Bruce. As he gasped I added "And elasticated suspenders and white knickers."

"God, nice white knickers."

"That's right Bruce but they are very thin panties mostly see through."

"Is the gusset see through as well Lucille?"

"Do you want to see Bruce?"

"God yes Lucille. Can I have a picture to take back down the shed?"

I ignored the comment about the shed.

I had already thought about some poses which would be best and knew that if I simply pulled my dress up over my waist than although the view could be erotic it wasn't making the best of my see through panties.

Bruce had his camera ready for me to show my underwear.

I surprised him as I put on a petulant expression and slowly slid my back down the sink unit so that I was virtually sitting on my haunches.

I had my dress right up and in effect I was squatting for my husband to take a full on picture of my crotch through my see through panties to take down the shed. 

I knew it was showing my vagina and probably more.

If I was in any doubt I heard my husband gasp "All your black hairs are showing and your cunt."

I stayed down squatting as he snapped away and teased "It's a good job, you are my husband Bruce if you can see my cunt."

He murmured "Lucille?"

I thought he was going to confess the real reason for the picture. I hoped not as I preferred to keep the pretence up.

I said "Yes Bruce?"

"Could I have those knickers you are wearing now? I would like to take them down the shed."

I didn't really want to acknowledge what they were for, but I wanted to help. I simply said "They are little dirty anyway, Bruce and I have to go to the bathroom to change. I will be putting these panties in the dirty laundry basket."

I didn't want any more discussion about what the pictures were for or even why he wanted my dirty underwear so I simply said "Do you need any more pictures of me Bruce?"

He smiled gratefully and said he would wait a minute before going back down the shed. I knew he was waiting for my panties.

I went into the bathroom and simply slipped my knickers off and left them on top of the laundry basket and then went into my bedroom to put a clean pair on.

When I got back into the kitchen Bruce was waiting for me. I simply told him my dirty drawers were on the laundry basket.

He went to collect them and then came back into the kitchen for the tray of tea and went back down the shed.

I switched the CCTV system back on and watched my husband showing my pictures to young Brian and then proudly hand over my panties.

Brian looked so grateful and actually told my husband "You have done well Mr Ross. Thank you so much."

Bruce looked as proud as Punch. He really wanted to please his young assistant.

Over the next few days it became obvious that Mrs Miller knew all about the recent pictures and the last episode with my underwear and we had some long conversations which bordered on Confessionals.

Nothing was actually said but it was clear she was pleased with me. I had told her a few times about the fantasies that Bruce and I had had over the years and to some extent they had worried me especially the family ones.

She was interested in my thoughts in this area and seemed to want to know more about my mother and father.

I explained that it was those fantasies that had worried me the most. Again as before she had told me before "They are not hurting anyone Mrs Ross so why don't you stop worrying?" 

She liked me telling her about my parents and I enjoyed telling her the fantasies. Deep down though the Daddy ones concerned me as I enjoyed them so much.

Speaking to my husband in the evening he was as happy as a bird. He kept telling me about his plans for Brian and new projects he was working on. He told me that Brian was very happy working in the shed and everything was rosy.

I felt a little resentful as I was worried about how Mrs Miller was feeling and I was still thinking a lot about my old fantasies with Bruce involving my parents.

The following day, everything seemed to be normal. Bruce was still over the moon and clearly Brian was very settled with the way things were.

Mrs Miller was a polite and respectful as ever and I didn't risk making myself too available to her and I sensed she was pleased and it settled me to some extent.

She seemed quite cheerful and happily chatted with me and I just adored being in her company. She must have noticed that something was wrong as she did say at one stage "You seem a little down hearted Mrs Ross, are you worried about anything?"

I tried to cover things up and said "My main concern Mrs Miller is that you are happy with us as both Bruce and I would be devastated if you left now."

She chuckled "Don't be silly Mrs Ross, we are very happy and don't intend to leave. You must know that Brian is over the moon with the personal little presents you give him and he loves his work for Mr Ross."

I felt relieved but she could tell that I was still worried. She persisted until I confessed "I have been thinking about my old fantasies with Bruce and my parents. You know how well respected they are especially in the Baptist Church and in my fathers school and yet the things I thought about them with Bruce were really dirty."

Mrs Miller smiled broadly "Come along now Lucille. I have told you many times, that no one is hurt with those fantasies and you should forget about any worries."

I shook my head. The worry wouldn't go away and I told her "We visit my parents every Sunday and they are so lovely. They set us up in our marriage at the start and helped us buy this house. When I see them on Sunday, all the family are there and they treat us almost like royalty. We are such a close family and I feel ashamed."

Mrs Miller nodded her head very seriously. "I can see Lucille that this worry is getting on top of you. You must do something drastic to free yourself. You cant go on like this."

I felt that I was getting through to her. My guilty conscience was killing me. I knew Mrs Miller couldn't solve my problem but at least she seemed to understand it.

I muttered "I know I must stop feeling like this Mrs Miller but I cant think of anything drastic to do. I wish I could."

I felt better for bringing it out in the open and in a way I almost relied on my Cleaning Lady to work out some sort of solution for me although I knew this was impossible. 

She looked a me seriously and then said very slowly "There is an answer to every problem Mrs Ross, and this one is no different. It is difficult but you have to face up to it."

I felt relief and yet apprehension. She said it was difficult. I just held my breath and waited for her to continue.

She did. "You have to be brave Lucille and tell your mother and father everything."

I almost fainted. "I cant do that Mrs Miller. They would hate me. They would throw me out. It would kill them. Don't forget their position in this community. They are so respected."

Mrs Miller smiled sympathetically "That is why I suggested it Lucille. Your father is a Headmaster in the very prestigious Baptist School. Your mother is Chairperson to the District Women's Institute. They don't hold those positions unless they are special people. Everyone knows what good upstanding people they are."

I almost whimpered but she carried on "You said they would hate you. That is so ridiculous Lucille. You know very well how much they love you. I am quite sure you have fallen down before in your life and I am equally sure they supported you with love and held you up to fight another day."

I half nodded. What Mrs Miller said was quite right. My parents were marvellous people. Not only did I think that but so did everyone else. And I knew that everybody couldn't be wrong. I murmured "But I will be so ashamed Mrs Miller and so will Bruce." 

She smiled kindly "There is no harm in being ashamed Mrs Ross. We all do things we are ashamed of. You just have to grit your teeth and do what is necessary. The main thing is that you cannot go on worrying about something. It will get you down. Once you have told them everything then you and your husband will have done everything you can. You can do no more so there is no point in worrying." 

I breathed heavily. It was difficult but she given me a way out from this overbearing guilt. 

We talked it over and over for a while and then she took me to the last stage. "Today is Friday Mrs Ross. You usually go over to your parents all day Sunday. I suggest that you make the full explanation to them then, but also explain yourself to your husband tonight."

I swallowed hard. When Mrs Miller was sorting things out she always tied up all the ends. It was just as well really. I was unsure of my own resolve.

She went back to her cleaning duties and then in the afternoon she wished me goodnight and collected Brian from the shed and went home. 

That evening I broke the news to Bruce. He was petrified. He was good husband though and saw how worried I was. In the end he just said "I think we have to follow Mrs Miller's advice Lucille, otherwise you are going to be ill." I nodded. I knew we had to do it.

When Sunday came, I was a bag of nerves as we drove over. My mother and father were as wonderful as ever. They really loved us. My mother was in her fifties but looked younger and had her apron on preparing lunch for us.

As she busied herself she told me "It's a pity your sister and her husband couldn't make it this week Lucille. I do love having all our family together."

I murmured some sort of regret. In one way I was grateful. If my younger sister Susan had been here with Ronald it would have been even more difficult.

My father took Bruce out into the garden to show him his new plants and I helped my mother prepare lunch. She was chatting and laughing as usual and I did my best to be cheerful and tried not to be a wet blanket. 

When the men came back in, the four of us settled down. The food was wonderful but both Bruce and I just picked nervously at it.

After lunch we sat in the lounge and my father opened a bottle of good quality wine and made some jokes which we tried our best to laugh at. He really was a lovely father. 

Normally we would have been shrieking with laughter but we were too anxious.

My father finally said "Well, Lucille, it seems you are unhappy about something. You know we are here to help you if at all possible." I nodded. So did Bruce but we were unable to speak.

My mother put her arm around my shoulders saying "Come on Love. I am sure we will be able to help."

I shook my head "You don't realise Mum. Both Bruce and I are so ashamed. I am afraid you will be disgusted with us."

My father spoke "You are our lovely daughter Lucille. And Bruce is a good son. It doesn't matter what you have done. We will always love you both. I am sure we can help, but first of all you must tell us what the trouble is."

I looked at Bruce. He sighed and nodded to me. I took a deep breath and started to explain.

I told them everything. About our fantasies which involved them, and all the others. I told them about Bruce and his pretty clothes and even showed them a picture of him in his panties. 

I explained about Mrs Miller and Brian and the 'accidents' I had with him down the shed where he had mounted me with Bruce watching.

As I was talking I was really looking at the floor all the time. I did peep a look at my mother and father to see how they were taking it all. They just looked impassive. They were both listening carefully to what I was saying but had non committal expressions on their faces. They weren't being judgemental in any way and just let me carry on.

I am not sure if this helped me or not but I was now determined not to miss anything out. Although Bruce and I had skirted around some of the things we did for Brian I explained very clearly that I was basically via my husband giving the young lad my dirty knickers to masturbate with.

I was also effectively posing for obscene pictures for Bruce to give to his assistant. I also handed over to my father which showed me in a small red jumper and panties lying on my bed posing for a picture. I had eased my knickers to the side so my pussy was centre page. 

I explained about my Confessional with Mrs Miller and before long Father Flynn would be calling to give be full penance. I didn't actually use the word 'fuck' but I left them in no doubt that the old man would spank me and almost definitely mount me.

I told them about my relationship with Mrs Miller and all the things she had said about the fantasies and that it was her idea that I tell them all about my thoughts and actions to let them decide. In the end I also said "I feel so guilty about it all Mum. The fantasies about Daddy are so disgusting you cannot possibly forgive me."

At the end of it all, it was very quiet. I felt terrible but also it was a load off my mind. Bruce looked as if he wanted to crawl under a chair.

My mother spoke first "Well Lucille that was some confession. I have to say from what I have heard about Mrs Miller she seems a very honest lady and also very sensible."

I was just grateful that my mother hadn't gone berserk.

My father spoke in his soft voice which was so full of authority. "It would appear, Lucille and you Bruce, that all your troubles seem to be bound up in your fantasies?"

I nodded "Yes Daddy, and we are ashamed."

My father carried on "Could you tell me something, Lucille?"

I was afraid and thought he was about to tear us apart but I just demurely answered "If I can, Daddy."

He was still speaking quietly "Do you think that you and Bruce are the only people in the world who has fantasies?"

I wasn't sure what he really meant but I simply said "No, I don't suppose we are."

My mother also spoke softly as she explained "Everybody fantasizes Lucille. You are not unique."

I was startled at their reaction and said "But they are so dirty Mum. I don't think other people have fantasies as bad as ours."

My father intervened "You say that other people don't have dirty fantasies Lucille. How do you know?"

I just shook my head. I didn't know. I could see that Bruce was also shaking his head.

My mother asked us "What did Mrs Miller say about you wanting to be a pretty girl, Bruce?"

My husband muttered "She told me it wasn't hurting anyone."

My mother asked me "And what did she say about your fantasy of playing with your fathers penis, Lucille?"

I blushed at the thought but said "She said it wasn't hurting anyone."

My mother half smiled "I must say, Lucille, the more I hear about Mrs Miller the more I like her. She seems an admirably sensible person." 

I started to see some light at the end of the tunnel and murmured "So you are not disgusted with us Mum?"

She smiled broadly "Of course not Love. We are simply talking about harmless fantasies. I was more worried in case it was some physical disease or condition. Now that would have been serious."

As she spoke she seemed so relaxed. It made me wonder. I needed to ask "You said everyone has fantasies, Mum."

"Yes I did Lucille."

I took a deep breath "Do you have fantasies Mum?"

She smiled "Of course I do, Lucille and so does your father. Like you and Bruce share your fantasies, we have always shared ours. And as your Mrs Miller said, they don't harm anyone so they shouldn't be worried about."

There seemed to be such a load off my mind now and I asked "Can I ask you about your fantasies Mum?"

She looked at my father. He smiled and nodded so she continued "Well you have been very honest and open with us Lucille, so it is only fair for us to be equally open. So ask what you want."

I took another deep breath "Do you have any family fantasies, Mum?"

She nodded "Yes both your father and I have some in the same manner as you do."

"What about Bruce becoming Little Brucie. Do you have any like that?"

She smiled at my husband. Bruce was looking more attentive now. He had lost that haunted look.

My mother said "Much the same really Lucille. You have said many times that he is very attractive. Once or twice you mentioned him being pretty. You must appreciate that if you think he is pretty then others will think he is pretty."

I needed to explain "When we came over last Sunday Mum, he was wearing my panties under his trousers and my stockings and suspenders."

She smiled at him "Tell me Brucie, did you like wearing your wife's underclothes and did they make you feel nice?"

Bruce was still a bit subdued but he answered "Yes Mother, they did."

She asked him "Your wife has said you have bigger breasts now, do you wear any sort of bra?"

I helped him out and said "When we came over Mum, I had put him in Susan's brassiere."

My mother smiled again "Did you like the thought of him wearing your sisters underwear, Lucille?"

I hadn't thought about it too deeply but now I did I nodded "Yes that is exciting in itself."

She laughed "Well if you liked that Lucille perhaps you should think of putting Susan's knickers on him." I laughed. We were all in a nice mood now and my father poured us all another glass of wine.

My father was sitting in an easy chair directly in front of me. I said "And what sort of fantasies do you like Daddy?"

He smiled "Well I like most ones that men generally like. Your mother and I never bothered with family thoughts when you were young but since you and Susan have grown up and become beautiful young women then that did alter our fantasies somewhat."

"Can you tell me what you think about me Daddy?"

He smiled "Well obviously Lucille since you are married, you are a nice big girl now and that makes it better."




Lucille and Mrs. Miller



I laughed. "Since I passed 30 I am very big Daddy. A little bit fat."

My mother smiled "You have to understand Lucille that men like a bit of fat in women. Just like you liked to fantasize about the size of Brian's penis and it excited you to think about Father Flynn's penis."

I nodded "Brian had a lovely big one and as Bruce is so small I often wonder how big, men are."

My mother asked quietly "Do you wonder how big your fathers penis is Lucille?"

This direct talk was making me squishy and I knew that both watching and listening had affected Bruce. I could see his little thing stiffening in his trousers and I simply said "That was part of my fantasy, wondering how big Daddy is."

I looked at my father and he smiled gently "I do have a big cock, Lucille and part of my fantasy is to show it to you."

I gasped. Our conversation had developed to the extreme. My mother chuckled and confirmed "One of your fathers fantasies Lucille is that he would like to show you his big cock."

I gasped again and my breathing was quite heavy. I could see my father looking more tense and that also the big swelling in his trousers was very obvious. I looked at him and panted.

He murmured "Lucille?" 

I almost guessed what he was going to say and answered "Yes Daddy?"

He wasn't smiling now as he simply said "I would like to show you my cock now, Lucille."

I looked at my mother who asked "Would you like to see it Lucille? I suspect it is bigger that Brian's and it has a nice knob on the end."

I was amazed and just repeated her words automatically "Daddy's knob."

She chuckled "He would like to show it to you, but only if you want him to."

I was really panting now as he was squeezing a huge lump through his trousers."

I muttered "Undo your trousers Daddy. I want to see it."

Even Bruce and my mother were panting now as my father undid all his trouser buttons and then hesitated.

I encouraged him "Go on Daddy. Pull it out. I want to see your prick."

I was deliberately using the bad words now and I knew my parents were excited.

As he pulled his penis out it really did look huge and as I gasped my mother half whispered in my ear "Talk about his throbbing prick and his big fat knob where his cream is leaking." 

I wanted to any way and repeated her words as my mother reached over and held my hand. Then she stretched a bit further and placed my hand on my fathers penis. As I closed my fist around it he sighed and my mother released my hand. 

My father sighed with enjoyment and my mother whispered guidance "Move your hand up and down Lucille."

It was lovely. She didn't actually say anything more but I knew she wanted me to wank my father. So did I and I could see Bruce was very excited.

My mother had undone my husband's trousers and we could all see the little bulge in his pretty panties. My panties. 

I heard my mother whisper to him "You can wear Susan's panties next week." Even in my excitement I wondered how my mother would have my sisters knickers.

My father was in heaven but I could still see he was looking at my knees and then at my mother.

She smiled and said "Lucille has a nice short skirt Tom. I wonder what her panties are like?"

It was quite short and I had been aware for some time that my mother always encouraged Susan and me to wear short clothes on Sunday. I could see my father trying to look up my skirt now and realised my mothers motives.

My father muttered "Its lovely Jane. When she bent over earlier I saw her knickers." 

My mother realised it would be difficult for me to move so she reached over and unclasped my hand from around his penis and said "You can do that yourself Tom, but not too fast or you will spoil it for everyone."

I knew what he wanted and leaned back so that he could see more of my thighs. He panted and just squeezed himself and saw more creamy stuff ooze out. I looked at my mother and whispered "I think he is going to cum, Mummy."

She smiled "Don't worry Love. He can last a long time and I know he wants to see more of your underclothes. Why don't you ask him?"

She really was encouraging me. I could see him rhythmically masturbating directly in front of me. My mother had assured me he wasn't ready yet so I asked him "Daddy, do you want to see my knickers."

He gasped "Yes please Lucille."

I smiled and started to stand up so that I could pull my skirt right up but my mother simply said "Stay sitting down Lucille and just open your legs. He will like seeing your panties that way. They will be tighter."

I giggled and did as she told me. I knew that with all the activities my panties would be quite marked. As I raised my skirt and spread my knees he sighed "Jane just look at her crotch. Her knickers are all wet. I think she's peed herself."

My mother laughed "Of course she hasn't peed herself. Looking at your big cock has made her like that."

I giggled again. She was right.

He was staring fixedly between my legs and my mother was enjoying herself suggesting rude things "I think he is wondering what you are hiding inside your panties Lucille."

"Shall I show him Mum?"

"Tease him about it first Love and then tell him."

I told him "Mummy said I could show you my slit Daddy. Do you want to see it?"

"Oh God, yes Lucille."

I carried on "There are a lot of black hairs around it Daddy. Do you want to see your married daughters black haired slit?"

He was in a daze "Lucille?" 

"Yes Daddy?"

"Will you show me your cunt?"

The teasing was so exciting my mother and me, I wanted to carry on longer. "The trouble is Daddy, I am 37 and married. I have a very big cunt."

My mother panted as she told him "Tell her you want to see her cunt, Tom. She will show it to you."

He was at the end of his tether as he pleaded "Lucille, can I see your big cunt please?"

I laughed as I eased my pantie gusset across exposing my vagina to him. I really did have a lot of hair down there but I could see from his face and his throbbing penis that it all excited him more. 

He had started to masturbate without any control now as he stared at my crotch. I looked at my mother but she smiled back "He is too far gone to stop now Love. Let him enjoy it."

I could see there was a lot of sperm dripping out now and said "There is a lot of sperm there now Mum."

She giggled "You mean spunk Lucille. Your father spunks a lot."

I laughed. My mother was so perfect and respectable in normal life but on this mood she was really very naughty and was encouraging me. I could see that Bruce my husband holding himself but was totally exhausted and spent.

My mother wasn't nor was I. I kept my panties to the side and spoke to my father "Are you ready to spunk now Daddy?"

He almost squeaked "Please Lucille."

My mother whispered in my ear "Be firm with him Lucille. Order him to do it. Command him."

I knelt down in front of him and spoke firmly "Daddy?"

He sort of squeaked again.

I covered up my giggle as I said "I want a really big spunk out of you. Not a little dribble like my husband. I want you to spunk over my face." 

At that moment it happened. It wasn't a dribble like Bruce or even a big squirt. It was more a like a flood or a deluge. Even as it hit my forehead I could feel the force of it and it was so lovely and warm as it ran down my nose and past my lips.

I heard my mother laugh and my husband groan and then as I squeezed and pulled him a little more another deluge shot out and then another smaller on. After about a minute my father was empty and I was saturated. I also felt a bit weak as I had cum myself about 4 times.

We all sat back for a few minutes without speaking. Then my mother went to a drawer in one of the cupboards and brought out 2 pairs of panties. 

She gave one pair to Bruce and another pair to me saying "These are Susan's knickers, you can use the two bathrooms to clean yourselves up and I will sort your father out."

As Bruce shuffled off to the smaller bathroom and I went into the main one I couldn't help wondering how my parents seemed to possess my sisters underwear.

When we returned, everything seemed to be so normal. My mother had made a nice tray of tea and didn't give us time to feel embarrassed and chatted about a family wedding we would all be going to in a few weeks.

I secretly marvelled at the way we were all talking. If someone could hear us chatting now they would have no idea of the events that had occurred just half an hour earlier. Actually even I was engrossed in the conversation. I could see Bruce was his normal self and was giving my father some technical advice on his computer.

After about another hour, Bruce stood up and said "Well we had better be on our way Lucille as I don't want to be too late as I have a lot of work to get through tomorrow.

I simply answered "Yes, of course Dear."

My father was still trying to get a bit more help from Bruce on his computer problems so it was about another ten minutes before we reached the hall.

Just as we opened the door to leave my father said in a quiet voice "You will be able to come over again next Sunday, Lucille?"

I looked at my mother who said "It has been so nice this afternoon, Lucille. Both you father and I would look forward to it so much."

I nodded but said doubtfully "We will come of course Mum, but it may be a little embarrassing if Susan and Ronald are here as well."

She laughed "It wont be embarrassing at all Lucille. I think you have forgotten what I told you about fantasizing."

I hadn't forgotten and I just reminded her "You said that you fantasized the same as Bruce and I."

She nodded "That's right Lucille. But don't you remember I also said that everybody fantasizes?"

I nodded and then she went on "And that includes your sister. Susan and Ronald fantasize as well. Everyone does. It's not exactly the same fantasies, as we are all different but they are nevertheless very exciting."

I nodded and kissed her and my father cheerio and made our way to the car.

Over the last 3 months my relationship with Mrs Miller and her son Brian had almost totally changed. Now it looked as if the relationships with my parents and my sister and her husband were in a similar state of flux. 

Bruce had gone very quiet. I knew he was thinking in a like manner.



Lucinda



I saw her sheltering under the projecting canopy of the bus shelter just along from‭ "‬The Angel‭" ‬in Chatham Road.‭ ‬I was sure it was her.‭ ‬The rain was falling steadily the road glistening alternately orange in the street lights glow and gold from car headlights as the punters crawled the kerbs and I waited for her to step into the light so I could be sure.

I had been watching for what seemed to be hours but was probably just a few minutes unsure of how to proceed when behind me a soft seductive voice said‭ "‬Looking love‭?"

I turned to see a drug raddled prostitute standing beside me hopefully anticipating my interest.

‭"Sorry, I'm looking for my Sister," I replied.

‭"Yeah right." she said, "Best of luck."

But as I looked back a car was slowing,‭ ‬the girl stepped from the shadows and the light fell across her face,‭ ‬it was the wrong girl,‭ ‬the face gaunt and colourless,‭ ‬the cheeks sunken,‭ ‬it was the wrong girl,‭ ‬except,‭ ‬I recognised the unusual belt of linked metal rings and the sundress,‭ ‬I remembered her wearing those,‭ ‬but by then I was too late and the car had pulled away with her in it.

The prostitute was standing by the florists,‭ "‬That girl,‭ ‬do you know her‭?" ‬I asked.

‭"Ten quid." she said, "for information."

I handed her a crisp twenty.‭ "‬If you don't know her just say so,‭" ‬I insisted.

‭"Leila, she started about three weeks ago." she said.

I breathed a sigh of relief.‭ "‬I thought it was Sheila my sister.‭"

"Leila,‭ ‬Sheila who gives a fug.‭" ‬she said,‭ "‬I might have heard wrong,‭ ‬you don't think I was christened Carmen do you‭?"

I shook my head,‭ "‬Is this her patch‭?" 

"Sure,‭ ‬give her twenty minutes she'll be back.‭" ‬the‭ ‬woman said,‭ "‬We can fool around while you wait‭?"

"Thanks,‭ ‬but I have unfinished business.‭" ‬I insisted,‭ "‬Another time maybe.‭" ‬I flashed the best smile I could manage at her and strode away.

But the car never returned.

Sheila never returned until two months later the Salvation Army found her in one of their places in Gosport.

It nearly killed mum,‭ ‬Sheila the clever one,‭ ‬addicted to Heroin,‭ ‬infected with Hepatitis and convicted of prostitution,‭ ‬facing jail for non payment of fines.‭ And best of all she blamed me for it.

‭"It would never have happened if you had gone to University." mum said.

Yeah right,‭ ‬except I was earning good money and had my qualifications already as a Master Technician for‭ ‬Vauxhall,‭ ‬the English subsidiary of GM,‭ ‬and had been earning since sixteen while my older sister was still being subsidised by the family and had dropped out of her course anyway.

‭"It's all your fault." Mum said.

‭"No ambition you." Dad said.

‭"I found her, I warned you," I protested, "I told you she was doing drugs ages ago." I said, "But you wouldn't listen, you believed her when she denied it, and you wouldn't believe it when she started sleeping around for money."

But nothing had prepared us for the broken shell of a girl that came home with us from Portsmouth and Southsea magistrates court that Wednesday afternoon,‭ ‬fines paid and probation order in place.

All the spark was gone,‭ ‬I think it was the medication to control the withdrawal but she was essentially asleep with her eyes open,‭ ‬monosyllabic,‭ ‬and dirty,‭ ‬she had lost all her dignity,‭ ‬and self respect.

It took ages but the story emerged.

She met a guy,‭ ‬rich,‭ ‬attractive,‭ ‬witty,‭ ‬self assured and she fell for him,‭ ‬hook line and sinker,‭ ‬he was tender considerate and took her out three times before they slept together,‭ ‬and it was good,‭ ‬and to make it better he brought a little something,‭ ‬tablets initially,‭ ‬then when he couldn't get any he produced a syringe.

Sheila rebelled and he gave her an ultimatum,‭ ‬join in or get out of his life,‭ ‬and she chose in.

Within a week he had started asking for cash to pay for her share of the drugs and when he then walked out on her‭ ‬she still needed the buzz,‭ ‬soon the cash ran out she agreed to sleep with the supplier,‭ ‬it was a small step to sleeping with the supplier's friend,‭ ‬then his friend,‭ ‬then one night she was on the streets and there was only one way for her to earn the cash for a fix.

That's when I decided to get even.

I pried the boyfriend's name from her,‭ ‬it seemed his name was Charles,‭ ‬Charles Fortescue-Pharm,‭ ‬son of Giles and a descendant of‭ ‬Mortimer Pharm who fought with distinction at Waterloo,‭ ‬on the French side,‭ ‬unfortunately.

He was a third year student,‭ ‬like Sheila,‭ ‬and as far as I could see still studying at Greys College.

I took a weeks leave,‭ ‬five days free from changing coil springs and cleaning EGR valves and booked into a motel in town.‭ ‬I tracked Fortescue-Pharm down within minutes and that's when I made a fundamental error.‭ ‬You see I thought that bastard cared.

I made enquiries and it seemed he too had a sister,‭ ‬Lucinda,‭ ‬a first year student,‭ ‬and the plan sort of exploded inside my head,‭ ‬why not do the same to her,‭ ‬make him suffer seeing her brought down.

It seemed a wonderful idea at the time,‭ ‬ok,‭ ‬I didn't know any drug dealers but you could hardly go in a pub without being offered gear,‭ ‬and it just remained to track her down.

It was easy,‭ ‬Student union,‭ ‬I left a message,‭ "‬Can you ring me regarding your brother and my sister‭?" 

She rang and we met at the Student Union bar,‭ ‬She swept in with all the self assurance that a private education endows,‭ "‬You wanted to see me‭?" ‬she demanded.

‭"Are you Lucinda?" I asked.

‭"Of course I'm bloody Lucinda." she snapped.

She wore a black horse riding jacket,‭ ‬white shirt and those thick tight white cream trousers and long black boots,‭ ‬her dark brown hair swept into a bun,‭ ‬and her deep brown eyes seemed to bore right through me.

‭"It's about Sheila" I continued.

‭"Sheila, the whore he tried to help?" she enquired haughtily, "I'm sorry but the gravy train has been cancelled," she explained, "Mummy put her foot down."

"Sheila was studying Sociology when she met Charles,‭ ‬two months later she was doing heroin and fined for prostitution.‭" ‬I explained.

‭"Stupid bitch, I'm sorry but if your sister can't handle life don't try to blame Charles and more important," she added, "Leave me out of it!"

I just stared at her as she left.

I stood out like a sore thumb at the Campus so I disguised myself,‭ ‬I just wore my coveralls,‭ complete with the ‬Masterfit logo,‭ ‬I hired a new Vectra and no one took any notice of me,‭ ‬assuming correctly I was some sort of mechanic,‭ ‬and assuming, wrongly, that I had business there.

It was the Friday evening,‭ ‬there was a gig at the Student union,‭ ‬I managed to get a ticket and spent two hours in excruciating boredom watching a load of hopeless talent-less no hopers making a noise.

But I spotted Lucinda and kept close,‭ ‬and then when she was invited to a party afterwards I tagged along,‭ ‬you know its amazing how long you can nurse a glass of ginger ale for,‭ g‬inger ale pint of beer,‭ ‬tip beer down Lavatory,‭ ‬tip ginger ale in beer glass,‭ ‬don't drink any,‭ ‬works a treat.

I watched Lucinda get drunk and then when the time was right I went to the car,‭ ‬changed my shirt and jacket and went back in,‭ "‬Taxi for Miss Fortescue-Pharm.‭"

"What‭?" ‬she asked,‭ "‬That's me‭"

"Mr Charles,‭ ‬your brother I believe sent me," O lied, "I am to take you home something about your mother‭?"

"Yes,‭ ‬I'll come now.‭" ‬she said failing to recognise me.

She sat in back,‭ ‬I wondered if she was drunk enough,‭ ‬yet,‭ ‬she wasn't.‭ "‬Take a left it's a short cut,‭" ‬she insisted,‭ ‬not to my hotel it wasn't,‭ ‬but she navigated us to her parents sprawling Manor house.

It was all in darkness,‭ "‬You can come with me in case there are burglars,‭" ‬she ordered,‭ ‬as she unlocked a side door,‭ ‬I locked the car and followed.

‭"That's funny there's no one home." she said, "Daddy never turns in before two in the morning."

"Oh,‭" ‬I said conversationally.

‭"Did you?" she started to say but I grasped her wrist very firmly and forced it up her back

"Yes.‭" ‬I said, ‭"‬Now where is the drinks cabinet‭?"

"Rape.‭" ‬her voice echoed hollowly around the empty house,‭ "‬Rape‭!" she said desperately when n‬o one came‭, "Oh fucking hell where is everybody," she demanded.‬.

‭"Drinks?" I queried. 

‭"Get stuffed, oh gosh you're the one with the sister." she realised suddenly.

‭"That's me," I agreed, "But you are not quite tipsy enough for what I have in mind."

‭"All right don't hurt me!" she wailed and she reluctantly led me to the sitting room, the drinks trolley beside the sideboard there groaned with bottles of wines and spirits and I released her arm and gripped her waist so she could pour herself something long and alcoholic.

‭"I want you nice and drunk." I said.

‭"You and me both, I want to be comatose before you touch me." she agreed, and she started to drain the tall straight sided glass of a half litre or so of mixed spirits.

She mellowed nicely,‭ ‬I took her shoes off first,‭ ‬I left one on the drinks trolley and one in the passage way together with her smart white jacket,‭ ‬her red skirt we left ion the stairs together with her left stocking,‭ ‬the other stocking we left on the landing and her panties and Tee shirt on the bedroom floor,‭ ‬while she looked deliciously trashy in her suspenders and bra.

It was a bonus using her parents room,‭ ‬she wasn't taking much notice by this stage,‭ ‬I threw back the old fashioned covers and set her down,‭ ‬her pubes tasted of piss,‭ ‬so I stopped tonguing her and used my finger,‭ ‬she moistened nicely,‭ ‬and after pulling her hair pins to release her hair from some strange stylised bun I laid her nicely in the middle of the bed,‭ ‬spread her legs and just took advantage.

She lay pretty much comatose,‭ ‬peering at me in confusion,‭ ‬but my god did she feel good,‭ ‬my plan was to fuck her and leave her but this was grade A pussy,‭ ‬so tight yet so slippery,‭ ‬I decided I wanted her naked so the bra and suspenders went,‭ ‬then I wanted to feel her body properly so I stripped down and then it was back to business,‭ ‬fucking her in that great big soft bed,‭ ‬her tits felt just right against my chest,‭ ‬the neck of her cervix just touched my penis at the end of each stroke and I started to wish I had seduced her properly.

Her eyes widened as I came,‭ ‬the creamy semen boiling through my shaft and shooting deep inside her.,‭ ‬and then she turned her head to one side and threw up,‭ ‬fortunately over the bedroom floor.

‭"I hate you!" she said, as she drunkenly rolled on her side and closed her eyes.

I lay still a moment,‭ ‬then I said‭ "‬Good,‭" ‬and kissed her.

It was lovely and soft and warm in that bed,‭ ‬it took me fifteen minutes or so to get hard again,‭ ‬and it was dead easy to get her on her back once more and for me to get her legs apart and pile right in,‭ ‬I wanted a reaction so I just banged right into her I wanted her to know she had been fucked,‭ ‬I wanted her sore and bruised when I woke next morning,‭ ‬I left love bites all over her neck,‭ ‬marking her out as my property,‭ ‬something I never dared do with proper girlfriends.

And then I was cumming.‭ ‬I rolled off her and slept like a baby.

‭"Argghhhh." she screamed as the sunlight streamed through the bay windows. "Mummy will kill us for gods sake help me clean up!" she whined, as she disappeared in a swirl of brown hair and exquisitely formed pink buttocks.

I straightened the bed covers and dressed as she returned with a bucket full of tools to clean the carpet.

‭"What happened," she asked, "I'm so sore this morning."

"Don't you remember‭?" ‬I asked.

‭"No Sorry," she replied, "Its a blur, but for gods sake, lets get out of here before anyone finds us." 

I‭ ‬helped her,‭ "‬Where's your room‭?" ‬I asked.

‭"In here," she said as she swept past collecting discarded clothing as she went.

I collected my things and followed,‭ ‬she was sitting on the bed pulling on her stockings,‭ ‬until I took her legs and spread them wide,‭ "‬No we mustn't somebody will come.‭"

"I'm sure we both will,‭" ‬I said as‭ ‬pushed her on her back,

‭"Hurry up then!" she insisted, as she guided me inside her once more.

‭"Don't you remember anything?" I asked.

‭"No,oh do that .yes that's it, Oh thats so good, oh yes yes yes." she exclaimed.

‭"Lucinda, is that you, " a deep upper class woman's voice boomed.

‭"Yessss." she said guiltily.

‭"Have you got a man up there Lucinda.

‭"She's just cumming." I shouted.

‭"Ssshhhh." Lucinda said as she dissolved into laughter.

‭"Lucinda!" I looked and saw a much older version of Lucinda staring at me "what is the meaning of this, what on earth will Poppy say."

"Sorry,‭ ‬Mummy this is.‭" she replied uncertainly.

"Ryan,‭" ‬I said‭ "‬Jenkins,‭" 

"Yes,‭ ‬its Ryan Jenkins,‭ ‬Mummy.‭" she confirmed.

"You little tramp,‭ ‬I warned you.‭" ‬the woman said,‭ "‬When you said you were gay I warned you,‭ ‬Poppy will be devastated‭!"

"Who is Poppy‭?" ‬I asked.

‭"My room mate, she's been sleeping with Charles, Mummy, I guess I wanted to get back at her," Lucinda said in confusion.

‭"Is that all I am to you, something to get back at Poppy." I asked angrily, "I thought you loved me!"

"Yes,‭ ‬I do,"‭ ‬she lied as she struggled to remember, "but not like that,‭ ‬she's my soul mate,‭ ‬you're just a bit of fun.‭"

‭"Actually," I pretended to admit, "She couldn't pay for her ride last night so she offered sex instead, we never met until she left the party blind drunk, I apologised, I'm sorry I took advantage." Lucinda stared wildly as she struggled to remember.

‭"No, yes, I can't remember, Mummy," Lucinda squealed, "I can't remember!"

"Can't you really‭?" ‬I asked,‭ "‬I thought,‭" ‬I said in mock confusion,‭ "W‬ell it doesn't matter if I'm just someone to make Poppy jealous.‭" 

"But we had sex‭!" ‬she said,‭ "‬Oh god,‭ ‬just get out‭! ‬Get out‭!"

"I'm gone‭!" ‬I said,‭ ‬as I grabbed my things and went downstairs.

‭"What's going on" A familiar voice boomed, I saw the guy from Sheila's photo album at the bottom of the stairs. 

"Hello,‭ ‬Charles,‭" ‬I said,‭ "‬I just screwed your sister.‭"

"Well done,‭" ‬he said,‭ "‬Who are you‭?"

"Ryan Jenkins,‭ ‬Sheila's brother,‭ ‬remember Sheila‭?" ‬I snapped.

‭"Yes, Sheila, how is she?" he said, but without waiting for an answer he added "My god, screwed Lucinda, Poppy will be pleased!"

"Sheila Ryan,‭ ‬remember,‭ ‬you got her hooked on Heroin‭?" I queried.

"Sorry,‭ ‬not me,‭ ‬Toby gave her the gear,‭ ‬never touch the stuff me,‭" he stated firmly.

I just walked out,‭ ‬and headed for home,‭ ‬the journey seemed interminable,‭ ‬but eventually I arrived.

Sheila was in the Parlour with Mum,‭ ‬she looked better,‭ ‬colour had returned to her cheeks,‭ "‬What are you doing home‭?" ‬I asked.

‭"Hello dear, I'll get a cup of tea," Mother said as she pushed past me to get to the kitchen.

‭"They let me out, where have you been?" Sheila replied.

‭"Nowhere much, tell me, who is Toby?" I demanded.

"The shit who got me hooked.‭" ‬Sheila said.

‭"You said Fortesque-Pharm got you hooked." I accused.

‭"Yes, I was with Charles," Sheila agreed, "Toby said I should lighten up, what is this, the Spanish inquisition?"

"You said Charles got you hooked‭?" ‬I suggested.

‭"Yes, the first time," she continued. "But he wouldn't buy me any after that so Toby said it was cool I could owe him." 

"So it wasn't really Charles's fault‭!" I realised

"No,‭ ‬I guess not,‭ ‬what's the big deal‭?" she demanded.

"Fucking Hell‭!" ‬I retorted,‭ "‬Bollocks‭!"

I headed out of the door once again,‭ ‬back into the hired Vectra,‭ ‬back towards the Fortesque-Pharm's mansion,‭ ‬and then I realised that she may well have returned to University but with no phone number what else could I do.

I didn't know what I would do or say when or if I came face to face with Lucinda,‭ ‬but I walked up to the side door and when it opened Lucinda was standing there.

‭"You!" she said simply.

‭"Hi," I said,"I came to apologise, I feel like a total shit." 

"I'm not arguing with that,‭ ‬but who are you and what the hell was last night about‭?" she demanded.

"Don't you remember‭?" ‬I asked.

‭"No," she shook her head sadly, "Only this morning and suddenly you changed."

"Will you come for a drive with me so I can explain‭?" ‬I asked hopefully.

‭"Yes," she agreed without a further thought, "In fact you can run me back to my rooms, if you give me ten minutes, Coffee?" she asked.

‭ I shook my head, "No, but thanks."

"I won't be long.‭" ‬she said,‭ ‬and then she shouted‭ "‬Mommy,‭ ‬my Taxi‭' ‬s here,‭ ‬see you later‭!"

She smiled,‭ "‬Let's go‭!"

I suppose we drove about a mile before I pulled over.

‭"I'm just so very sorry." I said, "I took advantage of you, it was unforgivable."

"But you want forgiveness‭? ‬right‭?" ‬she asked.

I nodded,‭" Yes."

"So what exactly happened‭?" she asked.

"I picked you up,‭ ‬got you drunk and we had sex basically.‭" ‬I said.

‭"And you think a grovelling apology will lead to a repeat performance?" she enquired.

‭"No, it's worse than that, I thought." I continued

"What‭?" ‬she said‭ "‬Tell me.‭"

"It's my sister,‭" ‬I said,‭ "‬She said Charlie got her hooked on drugs and.‭"

"What's that got to do with me‭?" ‬she asked.

‭"I'm sorry," I said.

‭"For what?" she asked.

‭"I got you drunk and." I said.

‭"We had sex, so," she said.

‭"I pretended that I was your Taxi," I explained, "Then when we got to your place I made you drink more, you didn't want to, then I stripped you and took you upstairs and had sex, that was rape wasn't it, I raped you, I'm sorry."

"Right,‭ ‬I had no idea.‭" ‬she said quietly,‭ "‬Oh fuck,‭ ‬I could be dead,‭ ‬couldn't I‭?" ‬she asked rhetorically.

‭"Or hooked on Heroin if I had adopted plan A." I agreed.

‭"You're scaring me." she said quietly, "Why did you take me to my home?"

"You were very insistent with the directions.‭" ‬I explained.

‭"I can be very insistent," she admitted, "Bossy I think is the word you were looking for."

"You're taking this very calmly.‭" ‬I suggested.

‭"I, I suppose I am," she agreed, "But this is very new to me and I don't really know what to say," she said, "But at least I know, it explains why it was so strange waking up and finding you there, and having you, you know."

"I didn't force you.‭" ‬I explained.

‭"I suppose not," she said, "It was good, then you spoilt it, by being nasty."

"Can you forgive me‭?" ‬I asked,

‭"Perhaps," she offered "If you explain everything to Poppy, my girlfriend, you owe me that at least." 

‭"Yes, of course," I agreed and I asked, "Have you eaten?" .

‭"It's three O'clock you fool!" she said, "but no I'll get you something at my place."

I drove her to the University,‭ ‬we parked some way from her lodgings,‭ ‬and walked the last few hundred yards,‭ ‬the lodging house was a large Victorian Villa subdivided into individual bed-sitting rooms,‭ ‬and it seemed Lucinda and Poppy had a room each,‭ ‬because she checked her own room and then went to find Poppy,‭ ‬and soon we were sitting around discussing things.

‭"This is Ryan," Lucinda introduced me..

‭"Right, it didn't take long did it?" Poppy announced, "I slept with your brother, I'm sorry right, I was drunk, ok."

"I sort of did the same to Lucinda.‭" ‬I explained.

‭"Oh good that's all right then!" Poppy said sarcastically.

‭"I don't think she knew about you and Charles." I said, "Charles told me about you but."

"You and Charles‭?" ‬Lucinda said,‭ "‬oh gosh,‭ ‬that is ah.‭"

"What,‭ ‬exactly‭?" ‬Poppy asked pointedly.

‭"Look" I explained, "I came to reassure you that Lucinda and I was a one off, she loves you." 




Lucinda & Alfrado



She was nervous about the first time meeting him and she didn't know why. He sounded nice enough... Maybe that was it. She was use to guys treating her like shit and then leaving her. She kept thinking back to the first time she met her ex. It was soo good at first, then came the first time he hit her. That was it she thought. No more and he promised. Well, promises led to lies and trips to the hospital... And then THAT night, that last night before she left him for good he went to far... 

Oh god! She thought... Stop it. It wont happen again. He is not him and just get past it. As she pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant, she got herself together and went it. Ok she was early and she could have time to settle down a bit. She ordered a beer from the bartender and relaxed a bit as the beer started to take effect... Then, she saw him look into the bar and a smile crossed her face. He sat down next to her, they chatted and she thought this was going to be ok... But little did she know, it was going to be so much better then that...

Halfway through dinner, she thought she would make a move and she put her hand on his thigh, hoping he wouldn't pull away and he didn't. He showed that grin of his, and she smiled back. As the evening went on, they moved closer to each other and were lost in conversation. The bar was empty and they were pretty much left alone by the bartender. By the way she was feeling, a bit tipsy at this point, she knew that she had nothing to lose by what she was thinking of doing. He had his hand on the back of her stool, and when he turned to talk to her, she kissed him and kissed him hard...

She could tell the surprise in his mouth, but that soon relaxed and she slipped her tongue into his mouth and tasted the salt from the margarita. He placed his hand on the back of her head and pressed her mouth harder onto his and softly she moaned. I've wanted to do that all night she said and he agreed. 

As her hand slid down and up his leg, he moved closer to her so they were hidden by any possible onlookers. She looked at him and asked him what he wanted, and he just grinned and said as if you couldn't tell. She leaned closer to him, and whispered in his ear, lets go outside. They quickly paid the bartender who also had a sly grin on his face and went outside to her van. As they got to the van, she pushed him against the van, pressed her body against his and kissed him passionately. He kissed her with so much force it took her breath away. Her hand slipped between them and rubbed his hard cock through his jeans. I want this, she said. 

As he reached up and caressed her breast, he said he wanted that. As he crawled into the back of the van, she laid on him and they kissed and with some effort tried to remove each other clothes. Looking up and making sure no one was around, she straddled him, pressing her wetness against his hard wanting cock, she removed her shirt and revealed the lace bra she promised him. He sat up and buried his face in her chest and quickly removed what was in the way. His hands squeezed and played with her tits, while his warm mouth sucked on them hard... Just the way she liked it... 

She was moaning with pleasure and wanted to return the favor. She removed his shirt, pulling both of them over his head to get them off quickly. She told him that she wanted to taste him and they both quickly removed his jeans revealing a very hard, very lovely cock. She was still straddling him, her jeans wet with desire, and teasing him by pressing against him while her tongue was deep in his mouth. Sucking on his tongue, she was showing him what was in store for his very hard manhood. She asked him what he wanted... He didn't answer but pushed her down on him, his cock now just inches away from her wet mouth. As she grinned at him, she slowly started to lick and tease him with her tongue. 

She could see him throbbing, and wanting to be engulfed by her lips, her wet warm mouth. God, suck on me he said. He was almost begging, and she liked that. She slipped his head between her lips and gently sucked on him, and she heard him sigh loudly. He reached down and pushed her head down so he was all the way into her mouth, the way he likes it. She just paused there for a moment and let her tongue play with him, and letting her throat taste his precum. 

She slowly came up, then down, and sucked on him slowly for what seemed like forever to him. She quickened her pace and as she did, she removed her jeans and panties and slowly fingered herself though she didn't really need to be any wetter... She knew he was going to cum soon, and he stopped her and pulled her up to kiss her and taste himself on her lips. He grabbed her thighs and pulled them up so she was straddling his hard cock with her wet pussy. She rocked back and forth, teasing them both almost to the point of no return. Again, she asked what he wanted and with one move, he lifted her and slid his cock into her hot wetness. 

She moaned loudly this time by the size of him inside her and how damn good it felt. She sat for a moment, and then slowly started to ride him up and down. His hands were playing with her tits and she was reaching down playing with herself, now and then placing her fingers around him as he went in and out of her. He asked how she wanted him to cum in her, and she grinned and said she wanted it from behind. He lifted her off, and she leaned over the backseat with her ass open for him. He reached between her legs and felt how wet she was and how hard her clit was. He ran is fingers up and down her, teasing her almost to the point she came. 

But he stopped, and slowly slid a wet finger into her ass, and she softly moaned yes. Is that where he asked, and catching her breath, she said yes. He kneeled behind her, and teased her with his swollen cock, first just placing the head by her opening, and then putting some of it in. He kept asking her what she wanted and she kept telling him. He teased her little by little and she kept asking for more and more. Then, with one push, he was all the way in her and she said it felt good. He slowly went in and out of her, not wanting to cum too soon... 

But they both knew they both were close. She was almost screaming, and knew this was not good for where they were. God, he said, I'm going to cum, and fill you with my hot juices. Do it she said... He reached around her and played with her clit which sent her over the edge and she came so hard she thought she was going to pass out... At that point he said he was going to cum, and she pressed against him hard and he did the same, and he squirted into her all he had left. She's never heard someone moan so loud when they came, but he was very vocal and she liked that. 

As they both caught their breath, they collapsed onto the seat, and laid there for a few moments. She leaned up and kissed him, he smiled and they both agreed that they have to do Mexican again... And very soon...